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

Under the invisible yet immense pressure, Wu Jingzhong's aged body finally hunched over slightly, unable to resist the urge to move.

The crisscrossing wrinkles on his face, like cracks in parched earth, each line etched with indelible resentment and profound weariness.

He stared intently at Zeng Long, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing an indescribable bitterness.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out the words from deep in his throat, words that represented utter surrender and the abandonment of all resistance.

"well!"

"Isn't what you want us to... hand over Wu Jun?"

"We...promise you!"

These few words seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have all his support and energy drained away in an instant. His body swayed violently, and he staggered, almost falling over.

He was only able to steady himself thanks to the loyal guard behind him who quietly and firmly supported him with his strong arms.

He took a deep, greedy breath, trying to regain a semblance of his former authority!

But those efforts seemed so pale and futile under Zeng Long's unwavering gaze.

"Speak!"

"Your...true purpose and demands."

Dead!

Absolute silence, like thick leaden clouds, heavily enveloped the entire Yuetingyuan Hall, making it hard for everyone to breathe!

All eyes, filled with indescribable shock and deep-seated fear, were fixed on the boy who seemed to hold up the world.

It wasn't until this moment that many onlookers belatedly realized the terrifying weight that the name "Zeng Long" represented!

What kind of mysterious and terrifying identity and power does he possess?!

With his own power alone, he managed to command the supreme commanders of the five major military regions of the Dragon Kingdom—those towering figures who could only be admired from the news on ordinary days.

Being there in person, silently yet with unwavering resolve, provided him with the strongest and most unshakeable support.

With a flick of his wrist, he subdued Chen Yifeng, a young master who was arrogant and unruly in the capital—

They had no choice but to lower their proud heads and even become a pawn on his chessboard, charging into battle against their own will!

In the blink of an eye, it even affected three top-tier nobles—Old Wu, Old Liu, and Old He—who had once held high positions of power, whose disciples and associates were spread throughout the court and whose mere presence could shake the capital.

Forced to bow down before him, they personally handed over the most outstanding and promising descendant of their family.

Looking across the entire capital, among all the so-called insiders and all the deeply entrenched family forces that have been operating for decades or even centuries, who can achieve this?!

Even for the current leaders of the major families, achieving such an overwhelming situation would inevitably require a long period of struggle, difficult compromises, and complex exchanges of interests.

It is absolutely impossible for him to accomplish this seemingly impossible feat in just a few hours with such a ruthless and overwhelming manner.

Zeng Lingyu gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

She gazed at her brother's towering figure, as if he could withstand any storm!

Watching him single-handedly suppress the most powerful and influential people in the capital, making it hard for them to breathe.

An indescribable surge of emotion, a mixture of pride, excitement, and heartache, welled up like a flood bursting its banks—

The pain instantly overwhelmed all the pent-up grievances she had accumulated, causing her eyes to well up with tears and her vision to blur rapidly.

That's her brother! Her brother who had been separated for eighteen years and had now returned in a kingly manner.

Zeng Rong and Zeng Sheng, two soldiers who forged their steely will amidst gunfire and smoke, were also filled with surging emotions and their blood was boiling in their chests.

They gazed at Zeng Long, their eyes reflecting not only the pride of elders seeing their junior succeed, but also a shared sense of recognition and admiration as fellow soldiers for a strong individual.

Zeng Sheng's eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of immense pride for his son and the overwhelming emotions that came from the fatherly love he had missed for eighteen years.

Zeng Rong straightened his back with great effort, his old but still unyielding posture radiating a dazzling brilliance, as if the supreme glory and strength of his grandson had given him a new lease on life in his twilight years.

Meanwhile, the young men and women who were watching were already filled with boundless fear and lingering dread.

They looked at Zeng Long as if he were a demon god who had descended from the heavens and held the power of life and death!

A mark, unspoken and crystal clear, was etched into their hearts that would accompany them for life—

From this day forward, in the capital city, and indeed throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom, this young man named Zeng Long will be an absolute taboo figure—one who must not be provoked, cannot be spied upon, and must be avoided at all costs.

His level of danger far exceeds any force they can understand or imagine.

Yan Rugo's beautiful, clear eyes, as cold as a deep pool, were filled not only with immense shock, but also with an unprecedented, burning flame of "exploration" and "conquest".

She stared intently at Zeng Long's sharply defined profile, a resolute decision already formed in her mind—

No matter how many obstacles lie ahead, no matter what price she has to pay, she is determined to personally peel back the layers of mist and mystery surrounding this man.

What kind of inhuman trials did he endure during the years he was lost?

Where did he get his extraordinary, rule-breaking abilities?