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

Inside the Tengge Hall, the illusion of clinking glasses and lively conversation was completely shattered by a bolt of black lightning.

Ye Feng's figure moved like a ghost, darting through the crowd with a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air.

His eyes, usually calm and still, had now transformed into the most sophisticated scanner, coldly filtering through every face.

When Fatty Han's obese, greasy figure came into view, the murderous aura in the air suddenly solidified—

The wealthy businessmen who were raising their glasses and chatting nearby fell silent instantly, feeling a chill that ran deep into their souls.

There were no warnings, no questions.

Ye Feng appeared in front of Fatty Han as if he had teleported.

Before the smug smile on Fatty Han's face from mocking Ye Zhenkang had completely faded, he felt an irresistible force suddenly slam into his shoulder!

"Thump!" A dull thud of flesh colliding!

Han Pangzi's nearly 200-pound obese body flew backward like a kicked ball, his feet leaving the ground, screaming in agony!

With a "crash," it overturned guests and tables and chairs that couldn't dodge in time, finally crashing heavily onto the polished marble floor like a puddle of mud.

"Ah..." Fatty Han's cry of pain had barely left his mouth.

The shadowy figure returns!

Ye Feng had already crouched down beside him like a shadow, and with a flick of his wrist, a cold, gleaming light flashed—

That was a specially made military dagger!

"Thud!" The chilling sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and shattering bone was clearly audible!

The dagger pierced precisely through the back of Han Pangzi's right hand, the same hand that had once pointed at Ye Zhenkang's nose to humiliate him. With its momentum still intact, the sharp tip of the blade was deeply embedded in the ground, pinning his hand firmly to that spot!

"Ah—!!!" This time, Fatty Han let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, the intense pain causing his entire body of fat to tremble violently.

But this is just the beginning.

Ye Feng remained expressionless, reached out his other hand, grabbed the man's slicked-back hair, and yanked his head off the ground—

Then... "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!" Relentlessly, again and again, with all its might, it slammed his face into the hard ground!

The dull thud, accompanied by the horrifying sound of bones hitting the ground, echoed through the deathly silent hall, each sound striking the hearts of everyone present!

Blood spurted from Han Pangzi's mouth, nose, and forehead, quickly staining the ground a glaring crimson.

When Ye Feng finally stopped, Fatty Han no longer had the strength to scream. He could only gasp for breath like a broken bellows, his face a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.

This sudden, bloody, and violent scene plunged the entire Tengge Hall into absolute silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in horror at the demon who seemed to have returned from hell, forgetting even to breathe.

"Ah—!!" Someone let out a short scream, breaking the silence, before quickly covering their mouth.

Just then, Zeng Long arrived quickly with Lin Xiaoya, Tie Zhu, Teng Ao, and others.

Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan followed behind, panting heavily.

When they saw Han Pangzi's extremely miserable appearance, Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan's hearts pounded, they swallowed hard, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Ye Feng's back. Goosebumps rose all over their bodies.

"Young Master Teng!"

A voice filled with shock and anger rang out. Mr. Huang, a real estate developer from Shanghai and one of those who had previously echoed Han Pangzi's insults against Ye Zhenkang, mustered his courage and stepped forward, pointing at Ye Feng and shouting at Teng Ao:

"We came here to attend your conference! Who is this person? How dare he commit such a cruel crime?"

He had barely finished speaking when— "Slap!!!" A crisp, loud slap rang out!

Mr. Huang felt as if his left cheek had been hit by a solid iron hammer. His head suddenly tilted to the right, and several bloody teeth mixed with saliva sprayed out!

He was thrown to the right by the force and fell right next to Ye Feng.

Tie Zhu's towering figure moved before him like a mountain, his large, copper-bell-like eyes glaring at him, his voice like muffled thunder:

Damn it? I saw it clearly on the security camera footage just now! You dare to insult my Uncle Ye?!

How dare you insult my Uncle Ye?

Believe it or not, I'll knock all your teeth out, one by one, and then make you swallow them back down like they're roasted beans!

"Damn it..." Many of the young masters from Beijing who recognized Zeng Long, Ye Feng, and Tie Zhu cried out in their hearts at the same time and quickly and silently shrank back into the crowd!

I wish I could hide myself in a crack in the ground and pray frantically in my heart:

"You can't see me, you can't see me... I'm just a passerby... Buddha, please bless me, may the Bodhisattva appear..."

Hu Sanshao was completely dumbfounded at this moment, his face was as white as paper, and his legs were shaking like a leaf.

Yan Hai slowly strolled up to him and said in a tone of "disappointment and disappointment":

"Hu San, Hu San, what did I tell you at the door? I told you to behave yourself and not cause trouble! But you wouldn't listen! Now look what happened! You've really messed things up, haven't you? This time, even a god can't save you!"

Hu Sanshao burst into tears, grabbing Yan Hai's arm with tears streaming down his face.

"Brother Hai! My dear Brother Hai! Can't you at least let me die knowing why? Why?! Why?!"

Yan Hai sighed, lowering his voice, but loud enough for those nearby to hear clearly:

"Why? That Chairman Ye you just chased away is my brother Long's uncle! A closer uncle than a blood uncle! Do you understand?"

"Bang!" Hu Sanshao's mental defenses completely collapsed, his knees buckled, and he knelt down on the ground.

Humiliation? At this moment, who cares about humiliation!

He knew perfectly well that whether he wanted to kneel or was forced to kneel in front of this group of people, the outcome would be worlds apart!

Can't you see that Fatty Han is half-dead?

"Yes! Fatty Han!" Hu San suddenly raised his head, staring intently at the dying Fatty Han with eyes full of resentment and anger, and roared hoarsely:

"You damned fat Han! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! You... you've killed me!!!"

Zeng Long watched all of this with indifference, like a god looking down on the struggle of ants.

He slowly walked up to the collapsed General Manager Huang and the fat Han who was pinned to the ground, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire hall:

"My name is Zeng Long." These three simple words sent chills down the spines of everyone who didn't know his identity!

He continued, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of judgment:

"Tonight's punishment has only just begun. You'd better pray that Uncle Ye will show you leniency."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ashen-faced group:

"If—I mean if—if my Uncle Ye had even the slightest hesitation in showing understanding towards you, then no one could save you."

"Now," Zeng Long raised his hand, "you can make the calls. Call the people you think can save you. I'm giving you a chance, and I'm giving you time."

"Here it comes again...it's happening again..."

Those young masters who experienced the last Yue Ting Yuan incident were internally ranting:

"Familiar recipe, familiar taste! Don't you dare shout! The more powerful the people you summon, the more gruesome your deaths will be, and the greater the price you'll pay!"

At this moment, Hu Sanshao displayed an astonishing "will to survive." He quickly raised his head and said to Zeng Long with a tearful voice:

Brother! I really didn't mean it! I was bewitched by that bastard Han Fatty!

If my grandfather knew about this, he wouldn't come to save me; he would wholeheartedly support you breaking my legs!

Brother, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!

As he spoke, he knelt down and moved to Yan Hai's feet, hugging Yan Hai's legs and pleading:

"Brother Hai! Brother Hai! Can I follow you from now on and be your underling? Please, please put in a good word for me! We're in the same business, and we get along really well. Help me out, give your brother a hand, okay?"

"Xiao Hai, do you know him?" Zeng Long asked Yan Hai.

"Yes, Brother Long." Yan Hai nodded.

"We've hung out together occasionally, but he's much older than me, so our friendships aren't very deep. But..."

He glanced at Hu San's eyes, which held a mixture of despair and hope, and added:

"Although Hu San is a bit of a playboy, he usually leaves some room for maneuver in his actions. His character... is considered pretty good in the playboy circle."

Zeng Long glanced at Yan Hai, then at Hu San, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently:

"Kneel properly for now. We'll talk about your matter later."