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

Just as Yan Fushan was filled with inner turmoil, wishing he could personally step onto the stage to perform for his grandson, a clear, cold, and resolute female voice rang out at the perfect moment:

"My brother is hungry, but I'm not!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Yan Ruge had somehow taken a solid-looking wooden stick from the decorative weapon rack next to her (or maybe from somewhere else, anyway, it was very abrupt)!

Her cold, beautiful eyes swept across the entire room, finally settling on Wu Chen and his group.

"How dare they bully my Yan family like this! I couldn't stop them even if I tried to intervene myself! They even injured my best friend Xiaoyu and made her bleed! I must avenge this myself!"

As she spoke, she dragged the heavy wooden stick, which was almost as tall as her, the bottom of the stick scraping against the smooth marble floor, making a teeth-grinding "sizzle-sizzle" sound.

She walked slowly but firmly to Wu Chen, who was groaning on the ground, her steps unhurried yet carrying an invisible pressure.

Then, she raised her clear yet icy eyes and looked at Zeng Long, her tone carrying an almost ritualistic solemnity:

"I, a woman from the Yan family, wish to avenge my brother Yan Hai and my sister Xiao Yu. Is that alright?"

Holy crap! Everyone's mouth twitched when they saw this!

What is this eldest daughter of the Yan family up to now?

Yan Hai was just wildly beating people with his "turtle fists," but now his sister has upgraded to "Cold Noodle Stick Queen"?

These Yan siblings are really good at causing trouble!

Zeng Long was slightly taken aback when he saw the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him, with a cool and aloof demeanor, yet carrying a large wooden stick that seemed completely out of place. He felt a little uncomfortable with this scene.

But with his intelligence, he instantly understood Yan Rugo's intention.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, almost imperceptibly, giving Yan Rugo a smile that could only be described as "encouraging":

"Then you'll have to ask Old Wu and the others to see if it's okay. I don't mind."

His tone was relaxed, yet carried an invisible support: "Anyway, when you beat them up, as long as they dare to fight back, my Iron Pillar will naturally 'pay special attention' to whether their limbs are intact."

"Oh?" Yan Ruge understood immediately and turned her gaze to Wu Jingzhong, whose face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Her voice was clear, but carried an undeniable insistence:

"Grandpa Wu, may I avenge my brother myself?"

Wu Jingzhong was so angry that his blood pressure soared, and he felt like he was about to go into shock!

Zeng Long was already troublesome enough, and now another one has jumped out—the "cold princess" from the Yan family, known for her calmness and intelligence!

This girl usually keeps a low profile, but she's incredibly good at stabbing people in the back when it really matters!

He suppressed his anger and tried to smooth things over:

"Um... Xiao Yan, look, your brother has vented his anger enough, so... is this matter... over?"

"What if I say no?"

Yan Rugo stood her ground. She extended a slender finger, first pointing in the direction of Wu Chen and the others, then gently tapping her chest. Her tone carried a hint of grievance, but more so, it was one of righteous indignation:

"Because I was there! They pushed me too!" (Although he might have just been caught in the crossfire, it became the perfect excuse at that moment.)

"Pfft..." Yan Fushan and Zeng Rong, who were standing to the side, finally couldn't help but laugh out loud at the same time, and then quickly pretended to cough to cover it up.

General Liu and several other bigwigs were also shrugging their shoulders, struggling to suppress their laughter.

They really can't do anything about this! It's a "friction" between the younger generation, and the woman herself has come forward to say she was bullied. What can these old folks say?

Old Wu, Old He, and Old Liu exchanged a deeply frustrated look.

He Minquan sighed, knowing he wouldn't get through this without making some sacrifices. He stepped forward, trying to gain some initiative:

"Yan family girl, those scoundrels were indeed in the wrong tonight. But your brother already fought back. You... what do you want? Just say it!" (Subtext: Stop waving your weapons, name your price!)

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruge's icy expression instantly melted away like spring snow, revealing a bright and dazzling smile. The speed at which she changed her expression was astonishing.

"Since you gentlemen have spoken, how could I dare disobey?"

She said with a smile, her tone incredibly sweet:

Here's the thing: my good-for-nothing younger brother will be an adult in a little over a year, right?

As you know, my house is a bit...small. He's a grown man, it's not good for him to always be crammed into the house, is it? And there's no decent place to live outside either.

Besides, he doesn't have a decent car. When he goes home for meals, he needs a respectable car to get home quickly and spend more time with his family, right?

She paused, then lowered her head slightly as if embarrassed, but her voice carried clearly throughout the lobby:

"So, I would really appreciate it if you gentlemen could grace us with your presence at my brother's coming-of-age ceremony. Of course!"

She abruptly raised her head, her smile becoming even more "sincere," "Forget the gifts! Come empty-handed! Our Yan family doesn't value these empty formalities!"

"Pfft—!" Old He and the others almost coughed up blood on the spot!

A million grass mud horses galloped through my mind!

Damn it! Small house?!

Your house is big enough to fit a reinforced company and still have room to play badminton!

A coming-of-age ceremony that's still over a year away?!

We old guys are practically buried up to our necks, it's uncertain whether we'll even live to see that day!

Even if I were alive, I'd be furious with what you said by now!

Most importantly, you then deliberately raised your voice to emphasize "go empty-handed"?!

Are we fucking that poor?! We have our pride too!!

This isn't about not wanting gifts; it's about blocking their way out of giving ordinary gifts and forcing them to give a "grand gift" that is "worthy" of their status and "worthy" of the significance of tonight's event!

Looking at Yan Ruge's "utterly sincere" smile, and glancing at his grandson who was pretending to be dead on the ground, Wu Jingzhong knew that the deal was done today.

He was at his wit's end. If he let this girl keep talking, who knows what other "refreshing" reasons she might come up with.

He gritted his teeth, almost forcing the sound out of his throat:

"Fine! No... just a house and a car?! I'll have Wu Jun choose it for your brother himself! Location, layout, brand—let your brother pick! That should put your mind at ease, right?!"

(Subtext: Wu Jun's choice is definitely high-class enough, is that alright now? Stop talking!)

Yan Ruge immediately beamed, as if she had heard the most beautiful promise: "Great! Brother Jun's taste is renowned!"

It was only then that our young master Yan Hai suddenly realized what was happening!

He stared wide-eyed at his older sister!

Then I looked at my grandfather, who had a "this child is hopeless" expression on his face!

Looking again at Zeng Long, who seemed calm and collected...

Holy crap! So Brother Long kept making me beat them up not to let me vent my anger, but to make me, the "victim," demand benefits!

What a loss! A huge loss!!!

If, taking advantage of his "weakness," he had simply lay down on the ground, clutching his rumbling stomach, and pitifully said:

"Brother Long, I'm hungry... I have no strength... They beat me up... I need compensation for nutrition, emotional distress, and lost wages..."

The benefits you would receive would be far more than just a house and a luxury car!

Who knows, maybe they can even ask for a private jet or a yacht!

He looked towards his grandfather with tears welling up in his eyes, only to meet Yan Fushan's furious, almost fiery gaze. Startled, he shrank back and quickly hid behind his sister Xiaoyu for ultimate protection.

Zeng Long, from beginning to end, never once looked at Old Wu and the others again.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of Yueting Garden, reaching some unknown depth in the capital.

"Wu Jun..." he repeated the name in a low voice, his face expressionless, only a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if he had spotted an interesting prey.

For Zeng Long, knowing his name is enough.

As for what happens next? That will be another story, one from a completely different dimension, with completely different rules...

"The game has begun," he said softly, in a voice only he could hear.