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

Under the intensely complex and awe-inspiring gazes of everyone present, Zeng Long took a deep breath.

He looked at Wu Jingzhong, who seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, his spirit and energy completely shattered—

His tone was as decisive as the law.

"My request is very simple."

"First:"

"All those involved in this incident who suppressed, framed, and harmed those around me—"

"No matter who is involved, no matter how deep their background or how strong their connections, they must be dealt with properly, openly, and seriously."

His gaze held a sharpness that pierced through all hypocrisy:

"I want to see the final, accurate, and truthful report on the handling of the matter."

"and--"

"This result must satisfy me."

He didn't specify what "satisfaction" meant, but that precisely put the greatest pressure on the other party and gave them the most room for imagination.

The final right of interpretation and the standard of judgment are firmly in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and pointed to Hao Yuan, Du Yiming, and Xiao Wanru, who was standing behind him with tears still wet on her face and looking pitiful.

"second:"

"Let Wu Jun—"

"Personally! Go to their homes and apologize to them and their families!"

"Attitude must be sincere! It's not acting, it's not being perfunctory!"

"At the same time, the necessary compensation, sufficient to cover their economic losses and emotional trauma, must be provided in one go!"

"And," he repeated the key phrase again, "it also has to satisfy me...."

"Third:" He paused slightly.

"Tonight was supposed to be a dinner to thank all my classmates, but it has been ruthlessly disrupted by your people. I personally do not need any compensation from you."

His gaze returned to Old Wu and the others.

"But all my classmates who came to Yue Ting Yuan for the banquet tonight, after they graduate—"

"You three must spare no effort to build a fair and good starting platform for their careers."

His tone softened slightly, carrying a hint of confidence:

"Of course, it's just a platform."

"How high my classmates will reach in the future depends on their own efforts and talents. I don't need you to 'take care' of them too much. You can't be responsible for so many people."

"I only ask that they be given a relatively fair starting point so that they can avoid some detours when they enter society, that's all."

At this point, Zeng Long's head tilted slightly, almost imperceptibly, toward Zeng Lingyu.

A fleeting struggle and a deep-seated attachment, both buried in his blood, flashed briefly in his eyes.

His gaze, like a soft feather, briefly swept over the excited and proud faces of Zeng Rong and Zeng Sheng—

In the end, he seemed to have made an extremely important, yet incredibly difficult, decision in his heart.

He walked with unusually steady steps to Zeng Lingyu.

Eyes facing each other.

Zeng Long leaned slightly forward, speaking in an extremely low voice that only the two of them could hear—

His voice carried a hoarseness, as if it had been sanded, and a gentleness that he tried hard to control.

"I know who you are."

"I understand... who you are."

"But right now... I can't admit it, and I'm not ready... to admit who you are."

He seemed to want to convey his helplessness and pain to them:

"Do you understand?"

These words struck Xiaoyu's heart like a heavy hammer.

Her tears flowed like a burst dam.

Zeng Long looked at Xiao Yu, his heart filled with pain and conflict.

How could he not want to acknowledge her identity, how could he not want to recognize her?

However, he had his own difficulties and helplessness. He knew that once he acknowledged her, he would face enormous pressure and challenges.

brush!

Zeng Lingyu's eyes widened instantly, staring unblinkingly at her brother's face, which was so close to hers.

She looked at this relative she had been separated from for eighteen years, a person with whom she shared a deep blood connection—

Hearing his hoarse and heavy words, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain was so intense that I could hardly breathe!

Her brother's words were like a dull knife, slowly cutting open her heart, allowing her to clearly feel the deep-sea turmoil, contradictions, and unspeakable pain within him.

Tears, like pearls from a broken string, fell silently down her pale, smooth cheeks, one after another.

The two siblings' eyes met in the air, as if traversing a long, blank time tunnel of eighteen years!

Finally, the image was frozen in this moment filled with endless sorrow and complex emotions.

Zeng Lingyu's heart was filled with concern and dependence on her brother.

The brother's eyes also revealed his love for his sister.

Just as Zeng Long's eyes were starting to well up with tears and he was about to lose control, he abruptly stopped all his emotions from spilling out.

He quickly turned his head, refocusing his gaze on Old Wu and the others, his tone instantly regaining its previous firmness and coldness:

"This is the last request, and it is also an indisputable one."

"The blood Xiaoyu shed tonight can't be shed in vain!"

"On her behalf, I have three demands of you three families!"

His voice, like the clash of cold iron, echoed clearly in the deathly silent hall:

"Each of you must personally promise to unconditionally agree to one condition proposed by Xiaoyu!"

"Of course, this condition will not shake the foundation of your family, nor will it cross your bottom line."

"But," he emphasized, each word like a hammer blow striking the other's heart—

"Remember, it's an unconditional agreement!" After saying that, he turned his head again and gave Xiaoyu a deep look.

That look in his eyes was incredibly complex, filled with concern, the pain of not being able to recognize each other, but even more so, it conveyed a silent, yet profound and weighty promise and protection.

Although I cannot acknowledge you now, my protection will always remain! It will never change.

He spoke again, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the already battered hearts of Old Wu and the others.

"Tell Wu Jun," Zeng Long's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Don't try anything funny!"

"I'm not afraid of your tricks!"

"Because—" His voice was like a death sentence from the deepest hell, instantly freezing the last embers of hope and resentment in the hearts of Old Wu and the others:

"Your grandson's matter is entirely up to me!"

"Now, I'm letting them live, so they can...live properly!"

"If I want them dead..."

"Then they will immediately become—traitors, with irrefutable evidence, guilty of stealing top state secrets, and whose crimes are unforgivable!"

He possessed an absolute confidence and ruthlessness that commanded life and death and looked down upon all living beings:

"Don't doubt my abilities!"

"Don't waste my... dwindling patience!"

"I can tell you definitively—"

"This situation..."

"for……"

"A dead end!"

The words "dead end" are like two bolts of divine thunder from the heavens, each containing destructive power—

With an endless aura of death, it exploded in the deepest part of the minds of Wu Jingzhong, Liu Xingguang, and He Minquan!

The last trace of color drained from their faces in an instant, turning them ashen like gold leaf.

The last shred of struggle, the last bit of courage to bargain, seemed to have been completely crushed, emptied, and vanished by those two cold and cruel words.

They knew they had lost.

They lost completely, utterly and utterly, leaving no trace of their defeat.

Before this seemingly young but unfathomable youth, their pride and the power, status, connections, experience, and scheming they had cultivated throughout their lives...

Everything became so fragile, like ice and snow under the sun, melting away rapidly.

Zeng Long stopped looking at them.

But his figure remained as upright as a pine tree standing proudly on a snow-capped peak.

Yet it carried an overwhelming, oppressive aura, like an ancient mountain, that was impossible to look directly at, enveloping everyone present.

Inside Yueting Garden, only a deathly silence remained.

The word "dead end" seemed to have a life of its own, echoing repeatedly in the stagnant air and in everyone's wildly beating heart, lingering for a long time.

It silently reminded everyone that tonight, the sky over the capital city has truly... changed.