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

When Zeng Long strategized on the chessboard of light, he placed the White Eagle piece and began to weave a global intelligence network!

He was unaware that in the deepest corners of the abyss, where absolute light could not reach—

A cold, venomous shadow serpent had raised its head, its scarlet tongue once again locking onto him.

In the office, the light was completely cut off, and the air was as stagnant as a deathly underground cemetery.

Wu Jun, the eldest grandson of the Wu family, one of the most prestigious families in China, was still leaning back in his office chair.

Enjoying this absolute darkness and deathly silence!

Here, he felt as if he had shed his earthly body and transformed into a deity who controlled destiny, or rather...

He is Yama, the King of Hell, who lurks beneath the Nine Netherworlds and holds the Book of Life and Death.

On the surface, he was the third-generation leader on whom the Wu family placed high hopes. With the help of his family, he had a promising future and was already a deputy director-general in his twenties.

However, at the peak of his career, he resigned from his public office without warning and disappeared from public view.

However, in the darkness, he is the only designated spokesperson for the mysterious "Zhou" organization within the Dragon Kingdom, and also a senior member of the "Zhou" organization's strict hierarchical system.

A more exciting realm that could better satisfy his lust for power.

The "Zoo" organization has tentacles all over the world, and its process for selecting spokespeople is extremely rigorous.

Ability, intelligence, family background, influence, ruthlessness... all of them are one in a million.

Those who are ultimately selected for its membership system are all the elite of the elite, the monsters among monsters.

The organization not only possesses enormous wealth and immense power, but also keeps a group of absolutely loyal and terrifyingly powerful assassins and super-strong individuals who have undergone inhuman training since childhood.

For Wu Jun, the old, methodical path within the system was too restrictive, with overly explicit rules, like dancing in shackles—far less desirable than what he has now.

Hidden behind absolute darkness, they can easily decide the rise and fall of a family or a power with the flick of a finger.

This feeling of being above all others intoxicated him, made him addicted, and made every cell in his body tremble with excitement.

Just like now, he was meticulously orchestrating a death dance against "Zeng Long" with the person on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, I could still hear the same voice from my previous private conversation with Wu Jun.

"Wu," "The information you asked me to investigate has yielded some initial leads."

The person you mentioned, Zeng Long, and the girl named Lin Xiaoya beside him, had a brief record of studying at Harvard University in the United States.

Strangely, they all dropped out of school around the same time not long ago, then disappeared completely, only to reappear recently in the capital of China.

"Furthermore, based on cross-analysis of several other scattered intelligence sources, this Zeng Long is very likely to have some connection with a mercenary team that has risen to prominence in the international underworld in recent years, yet remains extremely mysterious. This team operates covertly and possesses formidable strength."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jun's eyes, which shone like cold stars in the darkness, narrowed slightly.

"However," "when we tried to follow these clues further and try to uncover the exact relationship with the mercenary group... we encountered strong resistance."

"It seems as if there is an invisible, powerful hand behind the scenes, hindering our investigation, and simultaneously erasing certain key details about them from the internet and even some physical archives."

This actually made me feel that Zeng Long was much more mysterious and complex than he appeared on the surface.

Wu, should we continue the investigation?

"Oh……"

A low, deep laugh, filled with immense pleasure and excitement, echoed in the deathly silent chamber, like a venomous snake spotting its prey.

"Interesting...this is so interesting!"

Wu Jun's voice carried the ecstatic joy of discovering a new toy, and his eyes, which gleamed with a ghostly light in the darkness, now burst forth with a hunger and cruelty like that of a wild beast.

"That's...more interesting, isn't it?" He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to the person on the other end of the phone.

"The capital of the Dragon Kingdom has been a calm pond for far too long. It's rare... rare to encounter a worthy opponent who can pique my interest."

His fingers began tapping the armrest again, but the rhythm became faster and more aggressive.

"As for whether he is actually connected to that mysterious mercenary group..."

A cold, cruel smile curled at the corner of Wu Jun's lips, a kind of excitement that came with the impending bloody experiment:

"Why don't you give it a try... and you'll find out?"

His tone was casual, yet it contained a chilling murderous intent:

"I heard...they're all very 'skilled'?" Let's proceed in two steps!

First, continue to investigate their detailed intelligence.

Secondly, let the organization... send over some truly capable people.

Let me see just how strong they claim to be... Can they add a little more... bloodshed to my boring days?

"Understood." Wu! He repeated the same words as last time: "In this world, no one, and no force, can directly confront the 'Zhou' organization."

The call ended, and the locked room returned to a deathly silence.

Wu Jun casually tossed the satellite phone onto the table, a silent fire of humiliation mixed with violent rage burning deep within his heart.

He stared into the endless darkness before him, as if talking to himself, his voice low and slow, each word like it had been pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling cold:

"Forcing the old man...to hand me over personally...to make me apologize..."

He repeated the words, his voice growing colder and colder, until finally he suddenly opened his eyes, the eerie light in them almost piercing the darkness!

"Heh..." He let out a chilling laugh.

"You...are...very...good!"

"Zeng Long... This hunting game has only just begun. I hope... you can let me play a little longer, and not get... worn out too quickly."

In the darkness, he faced the doorway and growled in a deep, authoritative voice, "Get in!"

The door was silently pushed open a crack, and a blurry figure, like a shadow, slipped in without a sound, bowing respectfully and standing three meters away from him, not daring to make the slightest noise.

"I need to know Zeng Long's exact whereabouts. Use every available eye you have, and find out as quickly as possible." Wu Jun's voice was devoid of any warmth.

"Yes." The shadowy assistant responded in a low voice, without uttering a single extra word, and withdrew silently, disappearing into the darkness outside, just as he had come.

The door closed again. Inside the secret room, only Wu Jun's cold yet excited panting, like that of a wounded beast, remained, exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

A deadly storm, originating from the depths of darkness and destined to engulf Zeng Long and everyone around him, was ignited by this most venomous snake hidden in the shadows.