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

At this moment, Xiao Wanru was already in tears.

She is no longer the girl who pretended to be strong and endured despair alone.

The tall, upright figure in the center shielded her from more than just the raging storm.

It was a beacon illuminating her dark path, a rope pulling her back from the abyss, and a warmth that seeped into her cold soul.

The crying before was because of despair.

The tears at this moment, however, are flowing for Zeng Long's redemption.

She tried desperately to control her overwhelming emotions, covering her mouth tightly with her hand!

But the scalding tears wouldn't obey, one after another sliding down her pale cheeks and dripping onto the cold marble floor—

These tears wash away the humiliation, and also carry unspeakable emotion.

Behind him, Zeng Sheng watched his son's upright and fearless figure,

Hearing his resounding question, an indescribable mix of pride and heartache welled up in his heart, bringing tears to the eyes of this iron-willed major general.

For eighteen years, he had been absent from his son's growth, but now, his son was proclaiming his character and strength to him and to everyone in such a powerful way.

Li Weiguo stood beside him, silently reached out, and patted his shoulder heavily.

The meaning of that gesture is self-evident—we are proud of you, and proud of Zeng Long, for having such a backbone.

Zeng Long's gaze, like a searchlight, slowly swept across the crowd of people with different expressions, and finally settled on Du Ziteng and Du Yiming.

"Him!" Zeng Long's voice still carried a hint of sternness, but now carried a heavier weight. "My other classmate, my brother—Du Ziteng!"

Du Ziteng was startled and suddenly raised his head to look at Zeng Long.

When the word "brother" clearly reached his ears, especially in this environment filled with powerful figures and immense pressure, his eyes instantly reddened.

An indescribable surge of heat rushed from my heart and quickly spread to every part of my body!

What merit or ability does Du Ziteng possess to be so firmly called a brother by Brother Long at such a moment?!

He was overwhelmed by emotion and surging pride.

Zeng Long spoke sternly, pointing at Du Yiming, whose face was still somewhat pale:

"His father, Du Yiming, was just a diligent, law-abiding, ordinary businessman! But you!"

His gaze was like a knife, slicing through Wu Lao and the others once more.

"Using the same power and despicable means, they launched a commercial attack against him, causing him to lose everything overnight!"

"That's not enough! We also want him to face countless lawsuits and huge compensation claims!"

"That's still not enough! You're even preparing to imprison him on trumped-up charges of 'tax evasion,' completely ruining his life and family!"

Zeng Long's voice was filled with heart-wrenching pain, each note higher and more furious than the last:

"You guys are really...good! So good?!"

"I, Zeng Long, have I ever offended you?! If so, come at me!"

"Why?! Why are you targeting the people around me like this?!"

"Why inflict such injustice upon them! Why be so cruel?! Ah... ah... ah—!"

Those questions, like the howls of a wounded lone wolf, were filled with grief and indignation, making people's eardrums buzz and their hearts tremble.

He ignored the fascinating expressions on everyone's faces and turned his gaze to Hao Shuai and Hao Yuan.

"And him too!" Zeng Long's voice was filled with deep sorrow:

"My brother, Hao Shuai!"

Why were you so cruel in front of so many classmates?! Forcing him to make such a cruel choice?!

"They used his father's political future, painstakingly built up over a decade, as leverage to force him to leave!"

"Have you ever thought about how he will face his classmates whom he spends every day with if he leaves?"

"You are ruthlessly nailing him to the pillory of friendship and morality!"

"At the same time, we must completely destroy his father's political career!"

Hao Shuai was already in tears. He gripped his father Hao Yuan's arm tightly, his body trembling slightly with emotion.

This is his boss, his classmate!

He used the most ruthless methods and the most domineering attitude, unafraid of power and willing to be an enemy of the entire elite class, to shield himself and his father from all the open and hidden attacks, and forcefully opened another door to the light for them!

Like Du Ziteng, he felt a sense of identity and loyalty that was enough to ignite his life.

Zeng Long's gaze finally returned to Old Wu, his voice sharp and stern, like the clarion call of final judgment:

"Tell me...where is the law?! Where is justice?!"

"Your descendants, relying on the power and territory established by you old men, enjoy supreme status from birth, squandering material wealth unimaginable to ordinary people, and immersing themselves in the spiritual privileges you have woven!"

"They simply divide people into two categories: those who are like them within their circle."

"The other type is the 'outcasts' who can be trampled on at will and thrown into the bottomless abyss."