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

Zeng Long's heavy words about "the self in the mirror" were like a boulder thrown into everyone's heart.

Before the aftermath had subsided, he stepped forward with an air of solemnity and menacing intent, approaching Yan Hai.

He didn't look at Yan Fushan, the wise and insightful man beside Yan Hai; his gaze was piercing, as if it could see through everyone present who harbored ulterior motives.

"I know what you self-proclaimed superior young masters are plotting."

"They simply want to use Yan Hai to completely disrupt my thank-you banquet and make me, Zeng Long, the biggest joke in Beijing, a pathetic person."

"Then you can sit back and watch how I struggle and humiliate myself amidst the power struggles and scheming in your center of power, how I deal with it, and how I make a fool of myself."

His voice suddenly turned sharp, like an icicle shattering the air:

"But you shouldn't have—"

He whirled around, his gaze sweeping across Wu Chen and the others kneeling on the ground, finally settling on the old men. "You've touched a nerve!"

He walked a few steps to Zeng Lingyu, and the murderous aura on his body instantly subsided, turning into an indescribable gentleness.

He reached out, his fingertips carefully and gently tracing the edge of Xiaoyu's glaring gauze.

That action was completely different from his previous violent outburst.

"You don't know my experiences, my past..."

Zeng Long's voice lowered, as if he were lost in some distant memory.

His eyes became vacant, reminding me of a young child, in a corner where no one could see, biting his lip hard, swallowing salty blood and endless grievances.

That deep-seated helplessness and despair, even across the years, can still be felt with its chilling intensity.

He gazed out at the boundless night outside the lobby window, his eyes seemingly piercing through time and space, meeting the gaze of his former lonely and weak self.

Suddenly, he turned around!

Like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, his murderous, decisive, and domineering aura was once again concentrated in him, even stronger than before!

His gaze was icy, fixed directly on Elder Wu and several other powerful elders:

"Do you think just making them kneel like this is enough?!"

"Those who offend me will pay a bloody price!"

"Your descendants, relying on the little power they have, think they can control the life and death of others and manipulate everything at will."

"Then, I'll tell you—"

"I have the power to kill! I will use these blood-stained hands, with the most direct and brutal killing, to stop all this injustice!"

"Just like the heavens high above, no matter how much trouble you cause on earth, you will ultimately only be granted a hundred years of lifespan!"

"And I, no matter how powerful or influential you are, how easily you manipulate things, my response will be the same—"

He paused, then spoke each word, like the pronouncements of death, striking the souls of everyone present:

"Kill! No questions asked!"

"Because—" His voice boomed like a great bell, carrying an unquestionable authority and resolve:

"I! Am... the... judge!"

Before the words "ruling" had even faded, Zeng Long, like a black lightning bolt, moved with heavy yet swift steps, instantly appearing before the tax official in charge of Du Yiming's case.

The person in charge was already pale as a ghost, huddled in a corner wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Zeng Long gave him no chance to react at all. With a swift movement, he grabbed his collar with the precision of an iron clamp, lifting this grown man off the ground.

Zeng Long's eyes were wide open in fury, bloodshot, like a primordial beast that had been provoked, staring intently at his face, which was contorted with fear:

"Who gave you this authority?! Huh?! To make you forget your duties and mission?! To dare to detain and interrogate an ordinary, law-abiding businessman on trumped-up charges?! Who—?!"

His roar nearly shattered the eardrums of the person in charge. "Is...is it them?!" Zeng Long pointed his other hand like a javelin in the direction of Old Wu, his voice filled with extreme sarcasm and oppression.

"But open your eyes and see clearly! They can't protect you tonight! Tell me, now, who can protect you?!"

The person in charge was already terrified, his teeth chattering and strange "hoarse" sounds coming from his throat, but he couldn't utter a single complete word.

Zeng Long leaned closer to him, his blood-soaked eyes like a piercing abyss, his voice low and terrifying, pointing to Jian Ge, who lay limp like a dead dog in the distance:

"See that gang leader? Do you want to experience what he went through... firsthand?"

These words, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattered the person in charge's last psychological defenses.

He seemed to see himself broken bones and covered in blood, and with the last ounce of strength in his body, he cried out frantically in a broken voice:

"No! No! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!!"

"Boss Du... Mr. Du is innocent! He was framed! It was someone higher up... someone above instructed me to do this! All the evidence is fabricated! Please... spare me!"

This scathing confession, like a cold, venomous snake, burrowed into Wu Jingzhong's ears.

His body trembled violently, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and he closed his eyes helplessly.

From Zeng Long's words and the bizarre situation of Wu Chen and Wu Qian kneeling there at the same time, he connected a terrifying possibility to his thoughts—

Among the younger generation in Beijing, who has the power and cunning to simultaneously command and mobilize Wu Chen and Wu Qian, and who is unafraid of the wrath of the Yan and Zeng families?

Perhaps only his proud and ruthless eldest grandson—Wu Jun!

He knows Wu Jun too well. The last incident made him lose face, and given his temperament, he will definitely retaliate!

He couldn't think of anyone other than Wu Jun tonight who orchestrated this meticulously planned scheme targeting Zeng Long's inner circle!

A chill ran from the soles of Old Wu's feet straight to the top of his head.