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

Zeng Long's signature wicked smile slowly appeared on his face.

This smile was different from the ruthless decisiveness he displayed when making his judgments—and even more different from the murderous aura he exuded when he was enraged.

It's a pure, playful yet coldly calculating arc, as if everything is under control, just waiting to be ensnared.

Those who know him well know that when this smile appears, it often means that someone is about to suffer a great misfortune!

The consequences could be far more "heavy" and "profound" than simply confronting his anger.

He looked at Yan Hai, who was exhausted like a dead dog, and the wicked smile on his lips deepened:

"Alright! Now that Young Master Yan is tired of playing..."

He paused, his gaze shifting to his companions behind him, who stood like three guardian deities. His tone was relaxed, yet carried an unspoken command:

"Tiezhu, Yefeng, Xiaoya, it's your turn to go on stage."

"Whoosh!" Three figures, like ghosts or cannonballs, appeared behind Zeng Long in an instant at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye!

The three of them didn't even deliberately strike a pose, but the immense aura forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood had already erupted with a deafening roar—

Like an invisible tide, it instantly enveloped the entire lobby!

All the guards present had their pupils shrink sharply!

They are elite soldiers selected from various military regions, and are particularly sensitive to killing intent.

They could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the three people before them belonged to the same kind as theirs.

But it's purer and more intense, as if it were fished out of a pool of blood from hell!

The guards have carried out many dangerous missions, but most of them were within the country.

However, Ye Feng, the "Grim Reaper", Tie Zhu, the "Beast", and Xiao Ya, the "Divine Sparrow", are different.

They followed Zeng Long from a young age and endured inhuman life-and-death trials.

In recent years, they have carried out various unconventional operations overseas, and countless mercenaries, terrorists, and drug lords have fallen at their hands!

Especially Xiaoya, who seems harmless, is in charge of drone control, electronic warfare, "candy bombs," and all sorts of strange and unusual new weapons...

They often launch a devastating attack with an overwhelming range of damage!

She, like Zeng Long, is a master of poison! With these three "nuclear bombs" gathered together, their deterrent power increases exponentially!

The generals tensed up instantly, their palms sweating.

General Liu quickly walked to Zeng Long's side, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of helplessness and urgency:

"Hey Xiaolong! What are you guys up to now? Enough already, enough already!"

He was all too aware of the destructive power of these three "unconventional figures" around Zeng Long. If they really let loose, it was hard to say whether Yue Ting Yuan could even be saved.

Zeng Long looked at General Liu, his expression remaining calm, even somewhat innocent:

Old Liu! As I said before, if the person kneeling cannot find someone of equal standing to talk to me, then I will have to break all four of my limbs.

Even if they find them, if their identity isn't up to par, they'll lose both their limbs. I can't go back on my word, can I?

He Minquan (Old He) was already seething with anger, and hearing Zeng Long's words only fueled his rage. He took a step forward and shouted in a stern voice:

Kid! Don't push your luck! Do you really want to fight to the death?!

Look closely! This is the capital city! The people next to you are the highest-ranking military commanders of the Dragon Kingdom!

Behind us old guys are the elite soldiers, one in a million, from the Dragon Kingdom!

Do you really dare to openly commit violence and maim someone in front of us?!

"Oh?" Zeng Long's wicked smile deepened. He turned to look at Old He, his eyes filled with amusement, as if he had heard something interesting.

"You really think... I wouldn't dare?"

He paused, his tone casual yet carrying a chilling certainty:

"Besides, even if I really cripple them, believe me or not, the law... still can't punish me."

He tilted his head slightly, like a curious child, but his eyes were as cold as knives.

"Old He, do you dare to bet?" His gaze then swept over Old Wu and Old Liu, whose faces were ashen.

"You two old men, do you dare to bet?!"

Wu Jingzhong (Old Wu) suppressed his churning blood and qi, his voice as cold as ice:

This has nothing to do with gambling! Because you won't even have a chance to make a move!

Do you really think all the guards in this room are just sitting around doing nothing?!

He attempted to use the power of the guards to create a deterrent effect.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Long actually smiled, glanced around at the heavily armed guards, and nodded.

"Very good, they are all experts."

Then, he changed the subject, his tone becoming almost cruelly frank:

"But that has nothing to do with whether I intervene or not. Because they... have no reason to intervene!"

His gaze returned to Old Wu, his wicked smile filled with provocation:

"That Wu Jun you mentioned, isn't he amazing? He can use ruthless and merciless schemes to harm the people around me, and yet we can't find any legal loopholes or charges against him. So..."

Zeng Long's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's defenses like a heavy hammer:

"I can do that too. I can also harm these 'pawns' he's placed there, even cripple them, and I can do it without finding any loopholes. In fact, the law... can't punish me either."