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

In the capital of the Dragon Kingdom, Zeng Linglong has been having a very difficult time lately.

The old man's cane fell again and again, and his father Zeng Sheng's disappointed eyes were like ice picks. His mother He Jing's tears and pleas could no longer easily move him.

Even the Yan family, who had been quite tolerant of him in the past, turned cold. Yan Ruge avoided him as if he were a plague.

This comprehensive suppression and denial filled his spoiled and extremely vain heart with resentment and rebellion.

Just when he was about to explode with frustration, his henchmen called and invited him to the "Yuetingyuan" clubhouse that evening for some fun.

At this moment, Zeng Linglong was eager to find a place to vent his violent emotions, so he stole the car keys from his house and rushed to Yuetingyuan.

Yuetingyuan is a private club opened by Teng Ao, the eldest grandson of another wealthy family, the Teng family. It is open only to people in the entertainment circle and is magnificent and elegant with everything you could want.

As soon as Zeng Linglong and his followers arrived, Chen Yifeng received the news.

He immediately called Li Rui and Xiao Wei, and deliberately walked past the booth where Zeng Linglong and others were drinking and bragging.

Chen Yifeng did not take the initiative to greet him, which made the usually arrogant Zeng Linglong feel extremely uncomfortable.

He shouted in a cold tone, "What's wrong, gentlemen? Do you think I'm insignificant just because I got into a little trouble?"

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Chen Yifeng's eyes, but he quickly replaced it with a smile and turned around, saying, "Young Master Zeng, please don't stand on ceremony. We heard that you were severely reprimanded by your elders for fighting, and we were afraid that greeting you would affect your mood, so..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, displaying a maturity and intelligence completely out of character for his age, thus gaining a clear understanding of Zeng Linglong's psychology.

These words instantly enraged Zeng Linglong, who shouted, "What 'mood' nonsense! You guys sit down! Even if the old man criticizes me again, I'm still a core member of the family, and your eldest brother! In the martial arts world, in the industry, I am!"

Chen Yifeng has already achieved half of his goal.

After sitting down, Chen Yifeng looked at Zeng Linglong and said with feigned sympathy, "Linglong, the old man was too ruthless. It was just a fight, was it really necessary?"

Li Rui handed over a bottle of foreign liquor that was said to "relieve worries" at just the right moment.

Xiao Wei fanned the flames from the side: "Exactly! In our circle, who hasn't been in a few fights? I think it's just that Great-Grandpa doesn't like you and is deliberately picking a fight!"

Zeng Linglong felt like he'd found a kindred spirit, grabbing the bottle and gulping down a mouthful. The pungent liquid burned his throat, igniting his anger: "They just don't like me! They're all pushing me! They all think I'm a piece of trash!"

Chen Yifeng sat elegantly to the side, gently swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze swept over the car keys on the table, and he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a captivating allure:

"Linglong, sometimes, you don't need words to prove yourself. The more suppressed you are, the more you need a complete release. When you hold the steering wheel, the roar of the engine is your best declaration, and the city streets are your own personal racetrack. That feeling... that's true freedom and power. It's a pity your family is so strict, otherwise..."

These words were like a spark falling into a powder keg.

Zeng Linglong suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot: "Who says I can't?! I'm going anyway! I'm going right now!"

Alcohol and resentment completely clouded his judgment. He yelled that he had just grabbed the car keys and driven away in one of his father's less-used high-performance SUVs.

Night was falling.

Under Chen Yifeng's "unintentional" guidance and the encouragement of Li Rui and Xiao Wei, Zeng Linglong drank far more strong liquor than he could handle.

He stumbled into the car and started the engine. The beast-like roar made him tremble with excitement.

"Brother Long is awesome!"

"Show those who look down on you!"

Li Rui and Xiao Wei's shouts were drowned out by the sound of the engine.

Chen Yifeng stood in the shadows, a cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a pool.

His plan was to induce Zeng Linglong to drive recklessly in a busy city or densely populated area while intoxicated, ideally "accidentally" killing one or two people—whether the victims were ordinary citizens or members of other families, it would bring a devastating blow to the Zeng family.

He even "thoughtfully" "suggested" a route where he might "bump into" Yan Rugo's group of friends' vehicles.

However, Chen Yifeng overestimated Zeng Linglong's mental fortitude and driving skills, and underestimated the destructive power of alcohol on a fool.

The car sped onto the street like a wild beast.

Zeng Linglong felt dizzy and his vision blurred. The intense feeling of being pushed back and the speed made him both excited and terrified.

He drove erratically, nearly hitting the guardrail several times. The headlights of oncoming vehicles blinded him, and the blaring horns made him even more panicked.

Just around the bend, a car traveling normally appeared in front of them. According to Chen Yifeng's "script," Zeng Linglong should have stepped on the gas and rushed forward, or at least caused a dangerous collision.

But Zeng Linglong did not.

Extreme fear instantly overcame the bluster and the false courage brought on by alcohol.

He let out a terrified scream, instinctively slamming the steering wheel all the way to the right while frantically pressing down on the accelerator—thinking it was the brake, he actually stepped on the gas!

The SUV, traveling at high speed, suddenly lost its balance and veered onto the curb.

Amidst a sickening metallic tearing sound, the car rolled wildly before crashing upside down onto the median strip and coming to a complete stop.

The air was thick with the smells of gasoline and blood.

Fortunately, due to his panicked swerve, he did not hit the car or injure any pedestrians.

But his car was a total wreck. He himself was trapped under the deformed vehicle, covered in blood, and unconscious.