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

Zeng Long's signature wicked smile vanished without a trace, like a thin mist blown away by a cold wind.

Instead, there was a bottomless rage that seemed capable of igniting the air itself.

His gaze passed over the trembling Wu Chen and the others, and landed on Du Ziteng, Hao Shuai, Xiao Wanru and the others standing at the back, their faces still showing shock and confusion.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy drumbeat, striking deep into everyone's hearts, carrying an almost cruel clarity:

"Did you see that?" he asked, his voice echoing in the silent hall!

"This is society, this is reality, this is human nature!"

Is it cruel? Is it heartless?

"Now, I will use the most real and bloody textbooks to make you understand—"

His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping across the faces of every student:

Only by becoming stronger! Strong enough to break all unfair rules, strong enough to ignore all dark schemes, can you protect everything you care about!

Only then can the principles in your heart not be worn down by reality!

His voice gradually rose in pitch, carrying a power that pierced the soul:

"It's not that dreams and ideals are destined to fade away or disappear! It's just that... they weren't steadfast enough!"

"The harshness of reality and the erosion of time are trying to destroy the once passionate and fearless 'youthful heart' in each of us!"

"Only through unwavering determination! Only by nurturing it with an iron will can the seed of 'original aspiration' deep within our hearts break through the heavy soil, sprout, take root, and ultimately... grow into a towering tree!"

After saying this, he suddenly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the magnificent dome of Yueting Garden and looking into the boundless void.

He slowly spread his arms at shoulder level, a posture that didn't seem like he was embracing anything, but rather like he was receiving some invisible weight, or perhaps conversing with destiny.

Then, he uttered four words, like an air raid siren, carrying a sense of finality and resolute determination:

"The finishing touches begin, let's get started!"

Once the order is given, it will be as swift and decisive as thunder!

"Death God" Ye Feng

"Beast" Iron Pillar

The three "human nuclear bombs"—"Divine Sparrow" Xiaoya, who are already poised to be unleashed—have a tacit understanding with Zeng Long that transcends the realm of language!

That's an instinct honed from childhood on the edge of blood and fire, life and death!

Whoosh! A blur flashed by!

Ye Feng, like a true Grim Reaper from the underworld, appeared before Wu Chen, who was deathly pale, at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive!

Before everyone's eyes could see, a chilling light was already pressed precisely against Wu Chen's Adam's apple!

The tip of the dagger was only 0.1 millimeters away from piercing the skin!

The chilling touch of death instantly froze Wu Chen, his breath caught in his throat, and his pupils dilated with extreme fear—

He had no doubt that if Zeng Long had just a thought, the Wu family could be preparing for a feast tomorrow!

Thump! Tie Zhu started moving almost simultaneously with Ye Feng, his massive body displaying a speed that seemed disproportionate to his size!

It's still that signature move—

A large hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped He Ziming's throat!

Then, effortlessly, as if lifting a chicken to be slaughtered, he was slowly lifted off the ground!

He Ziming's legs kicked weakly in the air, his face turned from white to purple, and he made a desperate "hoarse" sound from his throat, like a broken bellows.

Tie Zhu's honest face remained expressionless, as if he were merely completing a trivial task—

The scene resembled a vain, violent bear taking a selfie with its phone.

Xiaoya's actions were even more unpredictable and bizarre.

From some unbelievable corner, she pulled out a pistol, smaller and more exquisite than an air conditioner remote, yet gleaming with a deadly metallic sheen!

She moved with the lightness of a cat, instantly closing in on Liu Sheng, who was trying to shrink back. The cold muzzle of the gun, like the forked tongue of a viper, was firmly pressed against his temple!

Liu Sheng was frozen in place, not daring to move his eyes even slightly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

In the blink of an eye, the direct descendants of three top noble families were completely subdued, their lives hanging by a thread!

Zeng Long's voice rang out coldly, like the wind from the Arctic ice field:

"Since you are willing to become pawns on someone else's chessboard, you must be prepared to be pawns—to be sacrificed and crushed at any time."

"Spying on and stealing the blueprints for the nation's top-secret weapons and equipment... Is this charge enough?"

His gaze, like two cold bayonets, slowly turned to Elder Wu, Elder He, and Elder Liu, whose faces were deathly pale and whose bodies were trembling slightly:

Can I take them away now and "properly settle them"?

Or, how about giving them a severe interrogation first—perhaps accidentally breaking their arms or legs as a live demonstration, so they can see firsthand the consequences of betraying national interests?

His tone carried a chilling calm:

"I believe that you gentlemen have already guessed our identities and understand... that we possess such authority."

"Even if I did it on the spot, the law... really can't do anything about us."

"Yeah?"