The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

"Bang!" A heavy, thunderous sound shattered the barrier between the two worlds inside and outside the door.

The three-meter-high, ultra-thick soundproof double door, made of top-grade mahogany and gold-copper, symbolizing luxury and seclusion, was slowly pushed open by an invisible yet powerful force.

This power is the convergence of authority, the manifestation of a will capable of destroying all obstacles.

It opened not only the physical doorway, but also the floodgates of anticipation, tension, and even despair in the hearts of countless people.

Inside the gate, Zeng Long stood in the center of the hall, his imposing presence as solid as a mountain.

He seemed to merge with the giant door that had just been opened, heavy and unshakeable.

His gaze was like a deep pool, meeting the oppressive aura emanating from the doorway that could suffocate anyone.

"Tap, tap, tap..." The sound of military boots stepping on the polished marble floor was crisp and rhythmic, like precise drumbeats, striking the hearts of everyone in the lobby.

Whoosh—! Twenty heavily armed guards appeared like two black lightning bolts!

They moved swiftly and silently into the lobby, splitting to the left and right, using standard tactical maneuvers to quickly occupy advantageous positions and vigilantly scan the entire area.

What they brought was absolute order and a cold, iron-blooded aura.

The almost extinguished flames of hope in the eyes of Wu Chen, Liu Sheng, He Ziming, and the others who were kneeling on the ground were rekindled at this moment. They tried their best to raise their heads and look longingly towards the door.

The onlookers around them relaxed slightly, as if they saw a possibility of calming the storm.

Drip...tap... A more steady, rhythmic sound of footsteps rang out.

Five figures, each carrying three glittering golden stars on their shoulders, like five moving mountains, slowly stepped into the hall.

The general's authority needs no words; his shining star gleams under the lights.

It seemed to dispel some of the original oppressive and dull atmosphere in the lobby, but it also brought a different kind of solemnity that was awe-inspiring.

Their faces were solemn, their gazes complex, and they walked to Zeng Long's side and behind with a cautious demeanor. They did not speak, but their posture made their intentions clear.

Immediately afterwards, Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan, two steadfast elders, stepped into the hall.

Zeng Rong's tiger-like eyes immediately locked onto Zeng Long, who was standing in the center. His gaze held concern and complex emotions from not seeing him for eighteen years, as if he were confirming the connection of blood ties.

Yan Fushan's gaze was even more profound, carrying a scrutinizing look and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.

"Grandpa!" Several calls rang out almost simultaneously.

Zeng Lingyu felt wronged and lingering fear, while Yan Hai felt excited to have found his pillar of support.

The word "Grandpa" made the atmosphere in the hall heavy again, where kinship and power intertwined.

Upon hearing Zeng Lingyu call him "Grandpa," Zeng Long's eyes immediately met Zeng Rong's.

Eighteen years of estrangement, eighteen years of blank space, eighteen years of misunderstanding and contradictions, all silently converged, collided, and pulled together in this one glance.

Zeng Long clenched his fists, which contained long-suppressed confusion and inner struggle.

Zeng Rong also clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his aged hands becoming faintly visible—

It contained an indescribable mix of heartache, excitement, and guilt.

Between grandfather and grandson, though seemingly close, they are worlds apart; a thousand words are frozen in this silent gaze.

Yan Fushan sighed softly, reached out and patted Zeng Rong's tense shoulder, and whispered:

"Old Zeng, let's check on the child first." He pulled Zeng Rong, who was still staring intently at his grandson, and walked towards Zeng Lingyu, whose wounds were bandaged and whose face was pale.

The accompanying guards followed silently, forming a small protective circle.

A deliberate cough broke the heavy silence.

Surrounded by their respective guards, Mr. Wu, Mr. He, and Mr. Liu strode into the main hall with grim faces.

Their gazes first swept like sharp arrows over their own grandson, kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state; their eyes held both heartache and anger at his lack of ambition.

In the end, three pairs of eyes, seasoned with experience and imbued with power and authority, all fixed on Zeng Long, who stood as steadfast as a pine tree, his expression calm.

The anger and hatred were almost tangible.

Zeng Long calmly looked back at them, his figure not swaying at all, as if the pressure from these three behemoths was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against a mountain.

"Grandpa!" Wu Chen, Liu Sheng, He Ziming, and the others, who were kneeling, were filled with joy at surviving a disaster and an urgent desire to accuse their backers when they saw that their supporters had finally arrived!

The sound finally brought a sigh of relief to the anxious onlookers, who believed the farce should come to an end.

Meanwhile, Chen Yifeng, lurking in the corner, had an even colder gaze, a smug smile playing on his lips. He stared intently at Zeng Long, his mind racing:

"Go ahead and be arrogant! Keep being arrogant! Let's see how you die this time!"

"Wu Chen! Get up right now!"

Old Wu spoke in a deep voice, with an unquestionable authority, as if sounding the clarion call for the family's counterattack.

"Liu Sheng, get over here!"

"He Ziming! Get up!"

The voices of Old Liu and Old He rang out almost simultaneously, carrying an air of command and brooking no resistance.

The three kneeling Wu Chen heard their grandfather's voice as if they had received a pardon!

Their faces instantly lit up with wild joy, and they glared at Zeng Long with vicious and chilling eyes—

A smirk played on his lips, revealing an undisguised mockery and a "you're finished" message, as he struggled to get up.

however--

"Ye Feng, Tie Zhu!" Zeng Long's icy voice, as if from the deepest hell, rang out at the same moment!

There are no extra instructions, just a simple name call.

Whoosh! Two afterimages flashed past at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!

Tie Zhu's massive, bear-like body pressed down on Wu Chen and Liu Sheng like a mountain, his two large, fan-like hands pressing down hard on their shoulders with immense force!

Ye Feng appeared silently beside He Ziming like a ghost, his hand gripping He Ziming's Jianjing acupoint like an iron clamp!

"Ugh—!" The three of them felt as if their shoulders had been crushed by a hydraulic press, the pain was excruciating!

His knee, which had just lifted off the ground, slammed back heavily onto the cold marble floor, instantly crushing his initial arrogance and leaving only a painful groan.

Ye Feng and Tie Zhu didn't even glance down at them.

The two men's gazes, like unsheathed swords, met the fiery stares of Elder Wu, Elder Liu, and Elder He without fear!

What emanates from them is the indomitable will of those who have survived countless battles, and an unwavering loyalty and determination!

"Fight—!" The two shouted in unison, letting out a thunderous roar!

This single word, like a thunderclap, was filled with a resolute determination to die for one's cause, instantly shaking the entire hall.

"Fight—!" A clear yet equally resolute voice rang out immediately afterward!

Xiao Ya, who was chewing on a lollipop, quickly stood next to Ye Feng and Tie Zhu. Her small body was also bursting with a powerful fighting spirit.