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

When he stepped back into the Tengge Hall, the gentleness he had shown when facing Ye's parents was completely gone, replaced by a coldness like that of ten thousand years of ice and an aura of dominance over all living beings.

The moment his figure appeared at the door, the hall, which had been filled with whispers, instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop!

All eyes, filled with awe, fear, curiosity, and even worship, were fixed on him.

Zeng Long's gaze, like a cold searchlight, slowly swept across the entire arena.

He first swept past Fatty Han, who was still slumped on the ground like a dead dog, his hand pinned to the ground by a dagger, his face ashen.

And Mr. Huang, whose face was swollen like a pig's head and whose eyes were filled with despair—

Finally, the gaze lingered for a moment on Hu Sanshao, who was kneeling on the ground, uneasy and afraid to raise his head, before finally settling on the guests who dared not breathe and whose expressions varied.

The entire hall was eerily quiet, like the suffocating stillness before a storm.

Zeng Long slowly walked to the center of the hall, each step seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.

He stopped, looked around, and finally spoke, his voice clear and calm, possessing a soothing yet undeniable power:

"Excuse me."

"I apologize for making a fool of myself and for disturbing your enjoyment."

"Tonight, we've gathered here for a business exchange that could have shaken the entire nation and brought joy to everyone—a grand event to seek cooperation and create a shared future. Unfortunately, it's been ruined by a few clueless and unruly individuals."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming steady and forceful:

However, I hope that everyone will not have any unnecessary concerns or worries because of this unpleasant little incident.

I believe that Mr. Teng has already clearly communicated the most important spirit and cooperation intentions of this exchange meeting to everyone in the early stages.

He straightened his back, his gaze becoming sharp and honest:

"My principle in life is very simple—as long as we are like-minded friends, then let's make money together!"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute sense of responsibility:

"If anything happens, I'll be at the forefront, ready to shoulder the burden for everyone!"

His finger pointed unceremoniously towards Han Yi and the others, who lay sprawled on the ground like mud, his voice laced with a cold sneer:

Just like them! I think everyone here has seen or heard about what just happened.

In the settings I, Zeng Long, organized, they repeatedly spoke rudely, made sarcastic remarks, maliciously mocked, and even insulted the personalities of Ye Zhenkang and his wife, whom I regarded as my own uncle and aunt.

Ultimately, they were forced to leave in despair, filled with humiliation and indignation!

Zeng Long's voice carried a suppressed anger, yet remained within the bounds of reason:

"Therefore! My way of doing things and dealing with people is this direct and unambiguous! They are my friends and my family, so I will never allow them to suffer the slightest harm or injustice!"

His gaze, like a drawn sword, swept across the entire room:

"If anyone dares to defy this and cross this line, then I will not hesitate to unleash the most swift and merciless revenge! To seek justice and dignity for them!"

He softened his tone slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Beijing gentry and socialites whose faces showed a mixture of realization and awe:

"I think many of my friends here already know my principles for living and doing things."

Immediately, that charming and approachable smile reappeared on his face, as if the menacing judge from moments before had been nothing but an illusion:

"Now, let me make this clear again: our presence here today is both a matter of fate and mutual choice. I hope that we can take this opportunity tonight to become not only business partners, but also... friends."

As he spoke, he calmly accepted a glass of blood-red wine from the tray respectfully held up by the waiter beside him.

He raised his glass high, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room:

"Now, I also raise this glass to everyone!" His voice was clear and powerful.

"May what we drink from this glass be more than just fine wine—it's also friendship! A belief in win-win cooperation! And a beautiful beginning to a long and lasting relationship!"

"Come on!" he declared loudly, "To friendship, to cooperation, to lasting friendship—" "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" "Young Master Zeng is right! Cheers!" "Towards win-win cooperation, cheers!"

With Zeng Long's shout of "Cheers!", the oppressive atmosphere in the entire Tengge Hall was instantly ignited, reaching an unprecedented climax!

Everyone excitedly raised their glasses and responded in unison, their voices deafening!

It was as if he wanted to drink away all the fear and unease he had just felt with this glass of wine!

The atmosphere became completely lively.

Zeng Long, accompanied by Teng Ao, began to enter the scene in perfect harmony. Holding wine glasses, they moved among the crowd, clinking glasses and chatting with the scions of wealthy families and business tycoons present.

What's astonishing is that Zeng Long maintained a calm smile throughout, with elegant manners, witty conversation, and exceptional gentlemanly demeanor.

He could easily chat and laugh with everyone present, without the slightest bit of the aloof and unapproachable air that is often associated with top figures in the industry.

This made the young men and women from Beijing who originally just wanted to make an appearance were overjoyed!

They eagerly stepped forward, excitedly toasting Zeng Long and introducing themselves.

What shocked and flattered them even more was—

Almost the instant each person announced their name, Zeng Long could immediately and accurately identify which family in the capital they belonged to and what their family's main business was!

They can even humorously bring up one or two interesting stories circulating in their circle and proactively offer to exchange contact information.

He is thoughtful and meticulous, attending to every detail and never neglecting anyone.

Whether they are heirs of top-tier wealthy families or scions of families with only average means, he treats them all equally, giving them full respect and importance.

This completely excited and impressed all the young people present!

Their main purpose in coming here tonight was to get acquainted with this legendary "forbidden name" and forge a good relationship.

Who would have thought that Zeng Long would be so approachable and friendly!

In just a few words and a few glances, he almost won over these arrogant and unruly young men in the industry, making them sincerely admire and yearn for him.

One has to admire Zeng Long's innate personal charisma and leadership qualities!

The fear brought on by the bloody and violent scene just now seemed to have been diluted and transformed by this gentle and refreshing charm.

In a corner where several super-rich businessmen, including Qin, the tycoon of the real estate industry, Yang, the head of the internet empire, and He, a financial giant, were gathered, they were talking in hushed tones, their faces filled with undisguised amazement.

President Qin stroked the wine glass in his hand and sighed sincerely:

"This Zeng Long... he's truly remarkable! 'Young and promising' doesn't even begin to describe it; his ability to manipulate events with ease, to combine kindness with severity, makes him a born leader!"

A young master from the Guo family of Beijing, who had just been drinking with Zeng Long, his arm around Zeng Long's shoulder, still had an excited blush on his face and was feeling a little lightheaded. Upon hearing this, he immediately replied with pride:

"President Qin, what you are seeing now is just the tip of the iceberg of his charm! This is the source of his personal charisma—he will protect his friends without hesitation; and he will only retaliate against his enemies with endless killing."

He lowered his voice, pointed to Fatty Han still lying on the ground in the distance, his voice filled with lingering fear mixed with a hint of secret pride:

See that over there? That's the best proof!

I can tell you all with certainty that tonight, even if Zeng Long were to chop off Han Pangzi and his gang's limbs on the spot—

I dare say, and absolutely absolutely not, any individual or department will interfere in handling this! Do you believe me?

"Hiss—!" President Qin, President Yang, President He and the others gasped at the same time, their faces showing horror.

Guo Shao enjoyed the shock brought by this information gap and continued to reveal:

It wasn't because his family background was so unapproachable—the key was his unpredictable and mysterious methods!

He always manages to make things seem "reasonable and legal" by utilizing various rules, situations, and even aspects you can't imagine.

Even if he openly committed murder, the laws and regulations may not be able to find any conclusive evidence or reason to punish him!

Otherwise, why do you think so many powerful and influential young men, even more prominent than the Guo family, would willingly come over tonight, vying to befriend him?

Upon hearing this, the business tycoons exchanged glances, each seeing a deep sense of shock and understanding in the other's eyes.

They knew that after tonight, a brand new circle with immeasurable power, centered around Zeng Long, was quietly forming here.

And they were fortunate enough to become the initial witnesses, and even... participants.

Inside the Tengge Hall, the lights were bright and laughter filled the air.

Zeng Long moved through it all like a composed king. After establishing the rules of Thunder, he began to weave a vast and solid network of relationships with his unique charm.

An era belonging to him is slowly unfolding, accompanied by the clinking of glasses.