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

After Zeng Long clinked glasses and exchanged pleasantries with the last scion of a prominent family who came to offer a toast, he subtly moved to Lin Xiaoya's side, who had been keeping a close eye on the entire event.

"Is it done?" Zeng Long's voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it.

Lin Xiaoya proudly pulled out a thin, specially made tablet from behind her back, waved it in front of Zeng Long, and lowered her voice:

"This little thing was taken care of a long time ago! I've almost figured out what color their underwear is! Extortion, tax evasion, and even suppression of Uncle Ye's company!"

"But boss... isn't this letting them off too easily? Should I add some more 'extra stuff'? Otherwise, once Minister Li's people arrive, it'll be too late to do it. They should be here within five minutes!"

"No need," Zeng Long said calmly, his voice carrying a cold, playful tone.

"The effect just needs to be shocking. The key is whether they choose to face reality and seize the last glimmer of hope... or choose the abyss."

After saying that, he didn't linger. With a calm gait, he walked straight to Fatty Han, Boss Huang, and Young Master Hu, who were kneeling and trembling beside him, as if awaiting their final judgment.

He clapped his hands lightly, instantly drawing everyone's attention. "Everyone, please be quiet."

In an instant, all the laughter and clinking of glasses in the entire Tengge Hall ceased. As if drawn by an invisible thread, everyone's gaze focused squarely on Zeng Long.

Zeng Long looked down at the limp, disheveled General Manager Huang and Fatty Han, his tone chillingly calm:

"Have you finished making the calls? Have you found someone who can save you?"

Although Mr. Huang and Fatty Han were in excruciating pain and terrified to the bone, a trace of resentment and a desperate anger still lingered deep in their eyes.

They gritted their teeth, glaring at Zeng Long with eyes full of resentment and provocation, stubbornly remaining silent.

"Sigh..." Zeng Long sighed as if he was very disappointed, shook his head, and looked at them as if they were two ants who didn't know what was going to happen to them!

"It seems you still don't realize the enormity of the trouble you've caused, nor do you understand the seriousness of the situation!"

Did you know? Mr. and Mrs. Ye Zhenkang are like uncles and aunts to me, Zeng Long!

How dare you insult them so brazenly on my turf!

Based on my usual code of conduct, for what you've done, your legs should have been broken long ago!

"But... today is, after all, an exchange meeting hosted by me and Young Master Teng, and all the guests here are distinguished. I don't want to make the scene too awkward or bloody."

"Now...!" "I'm only giving you three minutes left!"

"Give me a reason why I'll release you!" His eyes were icy cold, carrying the resolute tone of an ultimatum:

"If it exceeds one second... then what awaits you will not be simple physical pain, but a true... abyss! Never to be reborn!"

After saying this, Zeng Long didn't look at them again, as if they were already inanimate objects unworthy of attention.

He turned to Lin Xiaoya and gave a concise order: "Xiaoya! Now, start the timer!"

"Yes, boss!" Lin Xiaoya responded crisply, quickly tapping her finger on the tablet. A huge, scarlet three-minute countdown screen was simultaneously projected onto an empty screen on one side of the hall!

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..." It was as if you could hear the second hand ticking.

The entire hall fell into that suffocating, extremely oppressive silence once again!

Everyone stared intently at the ever-decreasing red number, and even the sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear.

No one dared to make even the slightest noise at this moment, for fear of getting themselves into trouble.

As they watched the constantly fluctuating numbers, Mr. Huang and Fatty Han's faces turned from deathly pale to ashen, and cold sweat mixed with blood streamed down their foreheads.

Their lips trembled as if they wanted to say something, but immense fear and lingering, unrealistic fantasies kept them silent.

Time flew by in the dead silence. When the numbers on the screen finally reached zero, emitting a soft beep—

"Time's up!" Lin Xiaoya's icy voice tolled like a death knell.

Almost the instant her words fell, Zeng Long issued his emotionless command: "Tiezhu!" "Move!"

"Whoosh—!" A massive black shadow, like a cannonball, swept past everyone's eyes in an instant, accompanied by a gust of wind!

With his towering, iron-like body, Tie Zhu strode up to the collapsed Mr. Huang in a single step.

His eyes, as large as bronze bells, burned with pure fury, and his voice boomed like a bell:

"You dare bully Uncle Ye! You'll all pay the price!"

Before he finished speaking, his fan-like left hand, like an iron clamp, grabbed the struggling Mr. Huang and lifted him off the ground!

The muscles in his right arm bulged, and with a whooshing sound, a powerful, heavy slap landed squarely on his face!

"Crack!!!" A crisp and loud explosion!

Mr. Huang's head suddenly tilted to one side, and several bloody teeth mixed with saliva sprayed out. He was so hit that he saw stars and almost fainted!

But this was just the beginning! Tie Zhu's movements did not stop. His right leg swept out like a steel whip, kicking Huang Zong's ankles with perfect accuracy!

"Ah—!!!" Boss Huang let out a bloodcurdling scream as shrill as a pig being slaughtered!

His legs instantly lost their support, and with two heavy "thumps," his knees slammed heavily onto the hard marble floor without any cushioning! The excruciating pain caused his whole body to convulse.

Tie Zhu didn't stop. He grabbed Huang's intact wrist and twisted it outwards sharply! "Crack!" A chillingly crisp sound rang out!

Mr. Huang's wrist was bent at an odd angle, clearly indicating a fracture!

"Ah—!!! My hand!" Mr. Huang rolled on the ground in pain, his screams heart-wrenching, causing many pampered wealthy businessmen and socialites present to turn pale and unable to bear to look.

Tie Zhu didn't even glance at him, letting go of his hand as if discarding trash, and turned to move on to his next target—Fatty Han!

Fatty Han was terrified when he saw the iron pillar approaching like a demon god.

Tie Zhu squatted down, grabbed the hilt of the military dagger that was still nailed to the back of Han Pangzi's hand with his big hand, and suddenly exerted force!

"Pfft!" The dagger was forcibly pulled out, leaving a trail of blood! "Ah!!!" Fatty Han let out a scream that was not human.

Tie Zhu still lifted him up with his left hand, while his right hand gripped Han Pangzi's other intact arm like an iron hoop, and ruthlessly twisted it in the opposite direction!

"Crack!" The same sound of a bone breaking! Immediately following, there was that clean and swift sweeping leg kick!

"Thump!!" His obese body also collapsed heavily to his knees, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He could only make hoarse sounds like a broken bellows, a mixture of pain and fear, and he couldn't even let out a complete scream.

Hu Sanshao, kneeling to the side, was already deathly pale, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, muttering nervously to himself:

"I was bewitched... I didn't mean it... Fatty Han ruined me... Fatty Han ruined me..."

"Zeng Long!!!" Despite the excruciating pain, General Manager Huang mustered his last ounce of strength and roared hoarsely:

"I'm going to sue you! I'm definitely going to sue you!!"

Seeing this scene from not far away, Young Master Guo shook his head helplessly and sighed softly to President Qin and the others beside him, whose faces were filled with horror:

"It seems that General Manager Huang has completely lost his mind... Brother Long gave him one last chance, but he didn't know how to seize it... He doesn't understand how terrifying Brother Long can be..."

Many of the people in the industry who knew Zeng Long's methods were whispering among themselves, expressing similar views.

"Heh..." Faced with President Huang's crazy threats, Zeng Long only let out a contemptuous sneer.

He slowly walked up to General Manager Huang and Han Yi, who were kneeling on the ground like mud, his eyes looking at them as if they were two dying insects.

"If I hadn't investigated you, I really wouldn't have known." Zeng Long's voice carried a knowing, mocking tone.

"How much of your so-called net worth and wealth was accumulated through extortion, cunning, tax evasion, or even more despicable means?"

No wonder you dared to be so arrogant earlier, claiming you wanted to acquire my Uncle Ye's group.

Do you really think you can get away with your relentless pressure and suppression of his company, with those despicable tactics?

His tone suddenly turned stern:

"Sue me? Sure! I'm waiting! But I'm afraid you won't have the chance—you can sue me when you're deep in the abyss!"

He had barely finished speaking, as if to confirm his words—

"Bang!" The door to the Tengge Hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside!

A group of people dressed in dark uniforms, with solemn expressions and sharp eyes, rushed in with orderly and rapid steps!

This sudden scene elicited various expressions from the people in the hall—

There were doubts, shock, and of course, surprise! And this surprise naturally came from General Manager Huang and Fatty Han, who seemed to have arrived as saviors from the heavens!

"Quick! Help us!!"

"Catch them! They're murderers! They're thugs!!!"

As if grasping at the last straw, General Manager Huang and Han Yi used all their strength to scream desperately, their voices filled with anguish.

However, their shouting only drew the attention of the leader among the uniformed personnel.

His eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto the source of the sound.

He immediately took out a document from his briefcase and quickly flipped through it!

Then he looked up and carefully compared the faces of General Manager Huang and Fatty Han, who, though disheveled, were still recognizable.

The next second, his face darkened, and he strode up to General Manager Huang and Han Yi with his men. He swiftly unfolded a document bearing a large red seal, his voice cold and authoritative, clearly resonating throughout the hall:

"We are from the Ministry of State Security, a special operations team!" His gaze was sharp as he swept over the two men kneeling on the ground.

"It has now been determined that Huang XX (Huang's full name) and Han XX (Han the Fat Man's full name) are suspected of colluding with hostile foreign forces to steal important national intelligence and illegally transmit it abroad, seriously endangering national security!"

He paused, his tone becoming even more chilling:

"As for your other commercial crimes, tax evasion, illegal operations, etc., you can confess everything honestly once we're inside! Now—" He suddenly waved his hand: "Take him away!"

The ruthless action team members behind them immediately stepped forward, two at a time, and without any hesitation lifted the boneless and ashen-faced General Manager Huang and Fatty Han off the ground, preparing to take them away from the scene.

The two were completely stunned, their minds blank. They never imagined that instead of being saved, they would be confronted by the King of Hell!

Just then, Zeng Long slowly walked up to the two people being supported. His gaze was as cold as ice, and his voice was flat, yet it carried a despairing verdict:

"I have a thousand ways to make you die silently and without a burial place. Tonight, I kindly gave you the opportunity, but you yourselves... stubbornly chose this dead end."

Mr. Huang seemed to still cling to a last shred of hope, struggling to shout at the team members supporting him:

"You...you should arrest him! Didn't you see he broke our hands?! He's the one who committed the crime! Why aren't you arresting him?!"

Upon hearing this, the person in charge didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard the absurd accusation.

Instead, he straightened his collar, faced Zeng Long, snapped to attention, and gave a standard and powerful military salute!

What left all the business tycoons and prominent figures in the audience speechless and bewildered was what he said next:

"Comrade Zeng Long—thank you!" A barely perceptible, respectful smile even appeared on his face:

"Next time we have a chance, I'll treat you, and we can have a good drink!"

After saying that, without waiting for Zeng Long's response, he waved his hand again, and the members of the action team, supporting the utterly desperate General Manager Huang and Fatty Han, quickly and orderly left Tengge Hall under the protection of the soldiers, disappearing from everyone's sight.

From the moment they entered to the moment they left, the entire process took less than two minutes, quick and efficient.

The hall fell into an even longer, more profound silence.

Zeng Long calmly accepted everyone's gaze, his face still bearing that enigmatic, roguish, and composed smile.

He has established his authority. The stage he will now take complete control of will be his.