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

Zeng Long released his grip, letting the mud-like person in charge collapse to the ground.

He looked at Old Wu and the others, whose faces were ashen:

"Did you hear that? This is the method you use under the guise of power!"

"How ruthless! How laughable! To kill without leaving a trace!"

"If I hadn't intervened with overwhelming force, Uncle Du's family would already be in an abyss of no return!"

Then, his gaze turned to General Liu, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of sorrow:

"Old Liu! Now, do you understand why I arranged for Ye Feng to 'invite' someone? Some things within the rules are dirty, and you need to use methods outside the rules to tear a hole in them!"

General Liu's face was full of guilt and solemnity as he said in a deep voice:

"Little Dragon, don't worry! We old guys are all gathered here tonight to support you! We won't let these demons get away with it!"

"Yes!" Several other generals chimed in at the same time, their voices firm, expressing their shared determination.

This scene left Yan Hai and all the onlookers completely dumbfounded, their minds almost stopping!

What?! Several top generals of the Dragon Kingdom's military, powerful figures with immense influence, actually... actually came to support Zeng Long?!

Not to calm things down, but to clearly express support for him?!

Who exactly is this Zeng Long?!

Yan Ruge was even more shocked. She looked at Zeng Long, who had been connected to her fate since birth, who had been separated from her for many years and was engaged to her, and felt that he was both extremely unfamiliar and extremely... dazzling.

What exactly has he experienced over the years? What terrifying power and past has he acquired?

General Liu took a deep breath, trying to calm him down:

"Xiaolong, we understand the situation. Don't worry, we will deal seriously with all those involved tonight, including those behind the scenes, and give you and all the wronged children an explanation!"

"How should we handle this?" Zeng Long looked at General Liu, his tone unusually calm, but beneath that calm lay a deeper undercurrent of turmoil.

He began to calmly analyze, like an experienced hunter peeling back the camouflage of a trap under the moonlight, his voice clear and cold:

"His methods are very clever."

"First, the person behind the scenes wants to see how I will break the deadlock and help the people around me through the difficulties. This is both a test of my abilities and a probe into my bottom line."

"Secondly, even if I knew it was a trap set for me, I had no choice but to jump in."

"Because my brothers and classmates need me. I have to face the encirclement and attack of these powerful families, which will greatly deplete my energy and resources."

"Third, and most importantly..."

Zeng Long's lips curled into a cold smile—

Even if, in the end, I go through countless hardships and find the slightest clue pointing to him, and learn who he is, what then?

He looked at Xiao Wanru, whose tears were still wet:

"Wanru's father gambled away everything and owed high-interest loans. Even if we know perfectly well that we were set up, can we find direct and irrefutable evidence to send the mastermind behind it to prison? It's very difficult. Gambling itself is not protected by law."

He looked at Du Ziteng, who was still agitated:

"Uncle Du was cut off from supplies by suppliers and sued by distributors. This is purely a business competition tactic, and it appears to be legal and compliant on the surface."

"Later, he was taken away on charges of tax evasion, even if this incompetent person (referring to the person in charge) admits it was a frame-up—"

"The person behind this can easily deflect blame by saying he only requested a 'rigorous investigation,' using phrases like 'work requirements' or 'assisting with the investigation' to absolve themselves of all responsibility!"

"The initiative is always in his hands!"

He looked at Hao Shuai one last time:

"The fact that Hao Shuai's father was disqualified and subjected to political persecution is purely a political maneuver, a behind-the-scenes game of rules, and there is no concrete evidence of wrongdoing."

"And Yan Hai and the others got beaten up..." Zeng Long's gaze swept over the old men—

"In your eyes, it's nothing more than a trivial friction between juniors in the Beijing circle, a foolish act of 'ignorance,' not worthy of being discussed, and cannot be used as substantial evidence to bring down any big shot."

After Zeng Long finished speaking calmly, his gaze swept over the generals in a serene manner.

As Zeng Long analyzed the situation, the expressions on the faces of General Liu, General Zhang, and others gradually became extremely bitter, even carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.

They found that Zeng Long's analysis was incisive, completely exposing the mastermind's meticulous, insidious, and cunning scheme.

But it is precisely because of this that they feel even more stifled and helpless.

The other party is like a venomous snake lurking in the deepest shadows, making full use of the loopholes in the rules and the weaknesses of human nature to weave an invisible yet incredibly resilient net.

Faced with this network, the law often seems so pale and powerless, leaving people with no way to seek redress or avenge their wrongs!

Just as this oppressive, suffocating sense of powerlessness was about to engulf everyone—

suddenly!

Zeng Long's voice boomed like thunder from the heavens!

His gaze, like a blazing torch, swept over Xiao Wanru, Du Ziteng, and Hao Shuai in turn, his voice carrying a penetrating power:

"Watching those around you being so cruelly schemed against, with even the law unable to punish the culprits... tell me, do your dreams, your ideals... still exist?! Do you even dare to have them anymore?!"

"And this is the reality I have faced, and continue to face!!"

"I've experienced far more cruel, darker, and more desperate methods than what I did tonight! Far more!

His roar echoed through the empty hall, each word seemingly forged in blood:

"Then why—why am I still standing here?!"

Why hasn't my spine bent yet?!

Why haven't my eyes become as numb as that of the stranger in the mirror?!

"That's because—" His roar carried an overbearing and resolute force that crushed all hypocrisy and cowardice, his eyes sharp as a hawk tearing through the sky:

"I, Zeng Long, am more ruthless than them! More decisive than them!!"

"I will never! I absolutely will not allow myself to only look in the mirror and touch that numb, unsharpened version of myself!!"

"My ideals have always been there! They've never been extinguished! And—" His gaze swept across the room like lightning, "No one dares to extinguish them!!"

His voice carried an arrogant air of looking down on the world, as if he were the only one worthy of it all.

"They...cannot be erased!!"

"Because my ideal is to protect."

"I want everyone here tonight to see this clearly! To remember this well!!"

Zeng Long's voice, like a declaration of final judgment, carried the will to decide everything, resounding deep within the souls of everyone in the hall, leaving an indelible mark:

"That person who hides behind the scenes, manipulates the rules, plays with people's hearts, and whose actions are beyond the reach of the law—"

"I will judge!"

"I will decide!"