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

A meticulously planned and intricately orchestrated scheme by Wu Jun, one of the three young masters of Beijing.

Ultimately, Zeng Long's more ruthless, thunderous violence and mental crushing tactics completely crushed him.

The "dead end" that ultimately hung over the heads of the Wu, Liu, and He families was like a sword of Damocles!

It exuded a chilling, piercing light, pressing down on the three towering trees that had dominated the capital for many years, causing their branches to droop and their roots to shake, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Faced with absolute power and flawless scheming, they had no choice but to lower their proud heads, and with humiliation and deep-seated fear, agree to all of Zeng Long's conditions and demands.

Inside Yueting Garden, the smoke of battle has dissipated, leaving behind a scene of devastation and a distinct atmosphere.

Some are happy, some are sad.

After Zeng Long explicitly demanded that tonight's events be kept absolutely secret and not be leaked!

Suppressing the overwhelming shock and excitement within him, Du Ziteng helped Xiao Wanru, whose emotions had not yet fully subsided, and together with Hao Shuai—

He walked towards the group of classmates who had been anxiously hiding in the KTV room.

They followed the relatively mild and self-consistent "official version" that Zeng Long had instructed them to provide beforehand!

I explained to the students the reason for the "unexpected conflict" that led to their late return tonight (of course, this was heavily edited and embellished).

The specific details are no longer important to these ordinary students; all they need to know is that the storm has passed.

What truly mattered was when Xiao Wanru wiped away her tears, straightened her back, and, as the class monitor, announced the news in a slightly trembling yet incredibly clear voice—

"Students!" Her voice echoed in the silent hall, drawing the attention of all the still-shaken students.

"Zeng Long...he has secured a...huge opportunity for everyone!"

She took a deep breath, as if to convey the courage Zeng Long had given her through this gesture:

He promised that all the students present tonight would no longer have to struggle and worry about finding jobs after graduation!

"Because—" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with an unbelievable excitement.

"The Wu, Liu, and He families of Beijing—these three once unattainable powerful clans—will unconditionally provide each and every one of us with the best working environment and the highest quality career development platform!"

"Boom—!" This news was like a giant bomb dropped on a calm lake, instantly triggering a massive and overwhelming reaction!

After a brief period of deathly silence, a complete explosion of excitement erupted!

Many students from ordinary or even impoverished families, who knew all too well how their parents scrimped and saved and scraped together every penny to pay for their tuition, were moved to tears at this moment!

They clenched their fists tightly, their bodies trembling slightly with extreme joy!

What does this mean? It means that after more than a decade of hard study, they have finally seen the most tangible and visible bright future!

They can no longer fear unemployment after graduation, and can immerse themselves wholeheartedly in the ocean of knowledge, striving purely for their ideals!

This is not just a job; it is a valuable opportunity to change one's destiny and achieve upward social mobility!

Ecstasy, gratitude, disbelief... all sorts of emotions intertwined, turning into heated discussions, excited hugs, and even choked sobs of joy.

At the heart of all the clamor and excitement, in the unspoken consensus of everyone, lies an indelible, towering figure, a name etched into the soul like a brand—

That classmate, Zeng Long, whose face was as handsome as the stars, whose posture was as upright as a pine tree, and whose eyes were as firm as a rock, single-handedly held up a vast sky for them!

In stark contrast to the jubilation of the students, the area at the center of power was oppressive and silent.

After receiving a firm and irrevocable reply and promise from the patriarchs of the Wu, Liu, and He families, in front of several high-ranking military officials—

Zeng Long's face showed no joy whatsoever, not even the slightest ripple of emotion.

He calmly turned to the generals and related personnel around him and quickly gave a few instructions on the follow-up matters in a low voice.

His tone was calm and his logic clear, as if the thrilling game he had just played was nothing more than an ordinary game with a predictable outcome.

Then, he nodded almost imperceptibly to Zeng Rong and Zeng Sheng, whose eyes were filled with excitement and concern.

That instant when their eyes met contained so many complex emotions that couldn't be expressed in words—

There is comfort for loved ones, unspoken understanding, and also a hidden pain and alienation.

He didn't even look at his sister Zeng Lingyu's tearful eyes, filled with longing and confusion. He was afraid that if he looked at her for even a second, the cold and hard defenses he had just built up would crumble instantly.

Having finished explaining, he had no more regrets.

He turned quietly. A person, with unusually steady steps that seemed to bear the weight of a thousand pounds, walked towards the still-open gate of Yueting Garden, which resembled the mouth of a giant beast.

His back remained as upright as a javelin, seemingly able to pierce through all the gloom.

But at this moment, beneath that straight spine, there was an overwhelming sense of loneliness and desolation, completely opposite to the domineering and arrogant demeanor he had displayed just moments before.

He passed through the heavy mahogany and bronze gate that symbolized power and luxury.

He passed through the layers of soldiers standing outside the door, like steel sculptures, casting him gazes of utter awe and complex emotions.

His steps were steady, yet each step seemed to tread on invisible thorns, carrying a heartbreaking heaviness.

He left all the noise, gratitude, hatred, and scheming behind in that brightly lit place of right and wrong.

A lone figure blended into the cold, deep night of Beijing's winter.

The figure gradually disappeared into the distance, as if it were about to be swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

With an iron will, swift methods, and almost superhuman wisdom, he won a bright and hopeful future for his family, brothers, and classmates, clearing away all injustice and gloom.

He himself, however, carried with him exhaustion, unspoken sorrow, confusion about his origins, and the deep-seated pain of not daring to acknowledge his identity, and walked alone into the unknown darkness.

Tie Zhu, Ye Feng, and Lin Xiaoya, these three humanoid nuclear bombs, stood quietly in place, their eyes following their leader's gradually blurring figure into the night.

They didn't follow, because they understood.

They understood the bitterness in their leader's heart at that moment and his unparalleled perseverance.

It is precisely because they have such a leader who is cold and icy on the outside but loyal and righteous on the inside, and who is willing to shoulder all the darkness and pressure for those around him, that they are willing to follow him to the death without any regrets.

Zeng Lingyu bit her lower lip tightly, letting the scalding tears slide down her cheeks silently.

She understood, she understood better than anyone the pain her brother was experiencing that he could neither express nor share with her.

The torment of being so close yet unable to recognize each other was like the sharpest blade, cutting into the hearts of the brother and sister.

Zeng Rong and Zeng Sheng, these two tough soldiers, were filled with mixed feelings as they watched their grandson/son's lonely figure leave. Pride and heartache intertwined in their hearts.

They understood the child's inner turmoil, contradictions, and tangled sorrow.

They knew that some hurdles they had to overcome on their own, and some pain they had to bear on their own.

Yan Rugo, known for her calm, rational, and even slightly aloof demeanor as the "cold princess" of Beijing—

At this moment, those clear, beautiful eyes clearly reflected Zeng Long's incredibly lonely figure blending into the night.

Her heart, frozen for years and seemingly unmoved by anything, was stirred by this lonely figure, a pebble thrown into it—

It stirred up a subtle yet distinct ripple that even she herself had not anticipated.

An inexplicable, uncontrollable impulse drove her.

She didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even have time to say a word to her family!

Then they took a step, silently following that figure that seemed to carry endless stories and weight, and together they plunged into the deep night of the capital.

Ahead, Zeng Long's lonely yet determined footsteps could be heard.

Behind him lay the bright and clear world he had protected with his arrogance and domineering nature.

The night, both gentle and cruel, quietly buried everything, leaving only an endless aftertaste that slowly dissipated in the cold wind.