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

The morning light pierced through the clouds, completely dispelling the night in the capital.

Inside the Ministry of State Security headquarters building, in Li Weiguo's office, he hurriedly organized a thick stack of documents in his hands, each page carrying a weight that could change the fate of the nation.

When the last page was carefully checked and perfected, he took a deep breath and, as if handling a rare treasure, carefully put the documents into a heavy kraft paper bag.

He used a thick, black pen to forcefully write two striking characters on the cover: Top Secret.

Despite not having slept all night, Li Weiguo showed no signs of fatigue.

He carefully straightened his slightly wrinkled suit and smoothed his tie. Looking in the mirror, he saw his own eyes, which shone brightly with extreme excitement and agitation, as if they contained two small suns.

It was a kind of radiance that came from having participated in history, witnessed legends, and was about to propel the wheels of time forward.

Without a moment's delay, he carried the light yet incredibly heavy brown paper bag and rushed as fast as he could to the place that symbolized the pinnacle of power in the Dragon Kingdom—the Imperial Palace.

Once inside, the entire morning was spent. Even lunch was a quick and simple meal that was eaten there temporarily.

During this time, several of the military's top commanders—General Liu, General Zhang, and others—entered the palace in their cars one after another, solemnly stepping inside the deep walls of the compound.

At 3 p.m., the tightly closed door opened again.

Several generals appeared one after another, each with an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity on their faces. They did not exchange many words with each other, only briefly glancing at each other before quickly boarding their respective cars.

The black sedan sped away like an arrow, disappearing silently yet at incredible speed, disappearing into the flow of traffic in Beijing.

Immediately after, Li Weiguo's car also drove out.

His face showed a hint of relief after completing a major mission, but deep in his eyes, there was still an lingering excitement and a heavy sense of responsibility.

Shortly after Li Weiguo left, a silent storm began to sweep through the highest levels of government in China.

The heads of several key ministries received a joint document at almost the same time, which was extremely simple in format but carried an invisible heavy pressure.

The document was jointly signed by the Imperial Household Agency, the Supreme Command of the Military, and the Ministry of State Security!

The document's content was concise and unadorned, yet it exuded an unquestionable iron will and thunderous authority:

"From this day forward, all approval, filing, registration and other related procedures involving the new group company announced by 'Tengao' will be expedited by all relevant departments, and all intermediate steps will be simplified."

"It must be guaranteed that all legal procedures will be completed within three days after the formal submission of complete materials."

"Implementation principle: No questions asked, no details investigated, just full support." "If any department or individual shirks responsibility, delays, or creates obstacles, all relevant departments and responsible personnel will be severely punished!"

There was no explanation, no background information.

But the power contained in those few short lines and the will they represented made every ministry official who received the document feel a chill run down their spine and scalp.

They clearly realized—the world was truly about to change. An unprecedented behemoth was about to rise on the land of the Dragon Kingdom at an unimaginable speed!

Just as Li Weiguo entered the palace to deliver that report that would determine the future, undercurrents were already surging within the true elite circles of the capital and even the entire Dragon Kingdom.

All the bigwigs who learned about the tip of the iceberg of the "Yue Ting Yuan Incident" through various clandestine channels last night almost forgot their usual morning exercises or tedious washing routines when they woke up this morning.

They all turned their gaze in the same direction—Yueting Garden.

Even if some people don't know the exact location of Yueting Garden, a symbolic location has naturally been fixed in their minds.

Yueting Garden itself is not a sacred place, but just last night, something happened there that was enough to make even seasoned people like them tremble with fear and overturn their understanding.

At the heart of the incident, the figure who rose like a demon god, is named Zeng Long!

The gazes cast toward Yueting Garden (or that symbolic location) were extremely complex.

There is a yearning for powerful forces and mysterious backgrounds;

There was surprise and disbelief at how the landscape could be overturned overnight;

I still shudder and feel a lingering fear when I recall the legendary ruthless methods they used!

The Zeng family and Yan Fushan felt an indescribable sense of pride welling up in their hearts!

Of course, there's also the resentment stemming from the loss of interests and face, as well as... the cold, murderous intent hidden deep within.

If we're talking about the deepest resentment, Chen Yifeng is probably the one who holds the title.

He sat in his luxurious yet incredibly cold apartment, staring blankly out the window.

Why did his eyes only show resentment, and not the murderous intent that others had?

Because he had personally witnessed Zeng Long's terrifying power! It wasn't just a crushing defeat in terms of physical strength, but also a complete crushing defeat in terms of mentality and strategy!

The way he effortlessly set up a "dead end" and forced several top dignitaries to bow down filled him with a deep-seated sense of powerlessness and despair.

He is now like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows; until his prey (the opportunity for revenge) appears, he can only wait and endure.

Even if he waits until the end of his life, he may never again have the courage to take the initiative to attack.

Zeng Long's shadow, like a nightmare, is deeply imprinted on his soul.

In stark contrast to Chen Yifeng's resentment and fear was the deepest and coldest killing intent.

In an unassuming old building in downtown Beijing, there is almost no light in an office with its doors and windows tightly covered by heavy curtains and the lights off.

In the darkness, only the direction of the office chair could be seen, with two pairs of eyes gleaming.

That gaze, like a venomous snake lurking beneath an ancient ice cave, carried a chilling calculation.

It is like a ferocious beast locking onto its prey, containing the ruthlessness to devour its prey.

Wu Jun has been sitting here for who knows how long.

It was as if, ever since he received the family's final notice last night, he had immersed himself in this absolute darkness.

The chilling killing intent emanating from him had completely merged with the stagnant air in the room, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Finally, he spoke, his voice unusually hoarse from the long silence and extreme emotional suppression, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"An apology? A dead end?" He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps mocking him. "A very good tactic... to checkmate me."

He chuckled softly, a sound that seemed particularly eerie in the darkness, like the cry of an owl:

"You really think this is my ultimate weapon? Heh..." His smile widened, but it was devoid of any warmth, like a demon crawling out of a rift in hell.

The laughter stopped abruptly. He reached out and, in the absolute darkness, precisely touched an old-fashioned satellite phone on the table, one that bore a special encryption mark.

A complex sequence of numbers was pressed.

The call connected, and a male voice on the other end spoke fluent English, with a calm tone but a certain condescending air.

Wu Jun's voice regained its cold arrogance, carrying an undeniable air:

"I'll send you his information, along with the details of the other three individuals and their recent entry records into China, later. Focus on investigating all leads and backgrounds related to them abroad. Remember, I need the most detailed information possible."

He paused briefly, emphasizing his identity and demands:

"I have served the Cosmic Organization for so long and contributed so much. Now, it is time for you to step up your efforts. So, please hurry."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then the male voice spoke again, his tone tinged with displeasure and warning:

"Wu, please watch your words. Remember, you are a senior member of the organization. The organization has granted you extraordinary resources and power, and has indeed given you many conveniences. However, please do not speak to us in such a commanding tone."

His voice turned colder:

"This is the first and last warning. Remember your location. Also, I need to remind you again that in this world, no one, and no force, can stand against the 'Zhou' organization head-on."

He asked, as if it were a routine matter, "Tell me, what is the target's specific name?"

Wu Jun's fingers, gripping the phone tightly, turned slightly white, but the coldness in his voice remained undiminished as he clearly uttered two words: "Zeng Long."

"Zeng Long...?" The male voice on the other end of the phone repeated the name in a low voice, with a subtle, almost imperceptible ripple in his tone, as if it had triggered a long-dormant memory.

He whispered something as if by subconsciousness:

"Heh... Eighteen years ago... Didn't we also trick the Zeng family, who were known for their iron will and loyalty?"

The voice was very soft, almost as if the speaker was talking to himself.

Immediately, before Wu Jun could ask any further questions, the phone went dead – the other party had hung up.

In the dark office, Wu Jun held the busy signal phone, his brows furrowed.

The other person's last, indistinct whisper pierced his heart like a cold needle.

"Eighteen years ago...the Zeng family?"

A new fog of mystery seems to be quietly spreading with the involvement of the "Cosmos" organization. A higher-level and more dangerous covert war has already begun.

Zeng Long will no longer be facing just business rivals or powerful figures in China, but a vast and mysterious organization called "Zhou" that is hidden in the shadows of the world.