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

The echoes of Zeng Long's "judgment" had not yet faded, and the entire hall was still immersed in that heavy, somber atmosphere.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and roared in a booming voice, "Yan Hai! Come here!"

"Huh?!" Yan Hai was still immersed in the awe of his boundless admiration for Brother Long when he was startled by the sudden shout. He pointed blankly at himself, "I...I?"

Zeng Long completely ignored his bewilderment, pointed directly at the group of kneeling, ashen-faced young masters on the ground, and spoke with an undeniable domineering tone:

As I said before, if you can't get someone of substance to come, you should break their limbs!

Now, your chance is yours! Bring your friends and brothers, and take revenge for all the humiliation you suffered tonight!

As long as no one dies or suffers permanent disability, beat them up as much as you want! Beat them until they hurt! Don't be afraid of retaliation!

His gaze swept coldly over Elder Wu and the others, his voice like the clash of iron:

"If anyone dares to disobey or try to retaliate against you behind your back, tell me! I'll back you up! I'll make them wish they were dead!"

The iron pillar, which had stood like an iron tower, spoke up at the opportune moment in a muffled voice, its sound like rolling stones:

"Did you hear that? My boss has spoken! You little brats (referring to Yan Hai and the others), beat them up without hesitation! Anyone who dares to fight back will never be able to use their limbs again!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and the knuckles made a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

Yan Hai finally understood! This wasn't a punishment at all; it was clearly a blessing from heaven, an unparalleled grace bestowed by Brother Long!

He was so excited his face turned red, and looking at Zeng Long, he was somewhat incoherent:

"Long...Long...Oh! Um, can I...can I call you Brother Long?" He had personally witnessed Wu Chen being slapped into a pig's head by Tie Zhu for calling out "Brother Long".

"Nonsense!" Zeng Long said with a look of disgust, pointing to Xiao Yu, whose arm was still wrapped in bandages. "What did you call her?"

"Sister Xiaoyu!" Yan Hai blurted out.

"Then why are you even asking?!" Zeng Long glared at him.

"Didn't you see your sister Xiaoyu got hurt and bled because of you?! With me, Brother Long, here, what are you afraid of? Go have fun! Get back at your sister Xiaoyu for the injuries you sustained, two times over!"

These words were like a powerful stimulant to Yan Hai!

He and his brothers were both notorious playboys in the capital, fearless and arrogant!

Looking at Wu Chen, Liu Sheng, and He Ziming kneeling there, these guys who were usually arrogant and had often bullied them, they were itching to take action!

What's more, now that Brother Long is backing us up, not only will be no big deal if we beat them up, but we'll also be able to talk about it in the industry:

"I personally beat up Wu Chen/Liu Sheng/He Ziming in front of their grandfather and several generals!"

This is a face-saving opportunity I could brag about for a lifetime! This is a golden chance to show off, a gift from heaven!

"Brothers! What are you waiting for?! Charge! Let's settle our scores! Brother Long has our back!"

Yan Hai yelled and charged forward first!

Strangely enough, Yan Hai, who was just dizzy and aching all over, seemed to have been "fully revived and had his meridians opened up" in an instant, and his movements were incredibly "agile"!

He first pounced on Wu Chen like a hungry tiger, and swung his arm in a wide arc—"Slap!" A loud slap landed on Wu Chen's already swollen face!

"Let's see how arrogant you are!" Without even looking, he delivered a very poorly executed side kick, his foot striking He Ziming in the head and sending the man staggering!

Seeing this, Liu Sheng tried to shrink back, but Yan Hai wasn't about to let him go. He yelled strangely:

"Don't run, grandson!" With a clumsy little jump, he delivered a "flying kick" that was anything but graceful, landing squarely on Liu Sheng's stomach!

Good heavens! At this moment, Yan Hai's headache? Not at all! His injuries? Long gone!

Although he lacked any particular technique and wasn't very strong, his wild, haphazard punches, the way he scratched with his nails and bit with his teeth (well, not really), combined with his smug, arrogant attitude, made him a force to be reckoned with!

He focused his attention on Wu Chen, Liu Sheng, and He Ziming, the three with the highest status, raining down punches and slaps while muttering:

"You dare bully me! You dare make Sister Xiaoyu bleed and get hurt! You think you're so tough!"

Seeing this, Yang Li and the others he brought with them no longer hesitated. Like wild dogs that had broken free, they howled and pounced on the other kneeling young masters and their followers and bodyguards!

These people just mocked and even attacked them!

"Beat him up!"

"Damn it, you were the one who pushed me just now!"

"Serves you right for being so arrogant!"

Instantly, chaos erupted in the center of the hall! The once solemn and dignified place of trial had transformed into a scene of street brawl.

The sounds of groans, pleas for mercy, the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh, and the excited shouts of Yan Hai and others mingled together, creating a scene that was both "intense" and "a chaotic mess"!

Grandpa Wu, Grandpa Liu, and Grandpa He watched as their grandson was ganged up on and beaten like a punching bag. Their faces turned from green to purple, then from purple to white, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and their teeth were practically grinding to powder!

In his mind, he cursed Zeng Long's ancestors for eighteen generations:

That bastard! So despicable! So shameless!

He won't lift a finger himself, but instead sends Yan Hai and his gang of bastards to do it! This is clearly a blatant humiliation!

But what could they do? Fights among the younger generation are common in the industry. If these old guys were to personally intervene and take sides, wouldn't they lose all face?

Moreover, it was indeed their own grandson who first ordered the bodyguards to beat up Yan Hai and his group, which also caused the Zeng family's little princess to be injured and bleed. Their reasoning is completely untenable!

Those two old geezers, Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan, were watching them intently from the side!

If I dared to let the guards take action, I reckon the guards around those two old guys would move even faster!

This injustice left them speechless, their chests churning with embarrassment, and they nearly coughed up blood!