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

The night is dark.

After Zeng Long left, he returned to his villa room.

He didn't turn on the main light, but only turned on a focused reading lamp on his desk.

The dim yellow light cast a halo of light on his sharply defined profile, making it appear both bright and dark.

He opened his laptop and inserted the USB drive that Li Weiguo had given him into the port.

The screen lights up, and a massive amount of information unfolds like a waterfall.

Zeng Long's eyes instantly became like those of a highly sophisticated scanner, his pupils reflecting the rapidly flowing stream of data.

His brain, honed by countless life-or-death trials and complex games, was now operating at full speed, entering a near-overclocked analytical state.

Instead of reading word for word, he used keywords, timelines, and networks of connections as anchors to perform rapid filtering and logical connections that far exceeded what ordinary people could understand.

His selection criteria are extremely clear and sharp: overseas experience, or a deep and unusual connection with overseas countries.

Names, files, complex resumes, relationship charts, asset records, and detailed records of past experiences... were quickly disassembled, categorized, and compared in his eyes.

Time passed quietly, and he had unknowingly analyzed more than two-thirds of the personnel information.

When Chen Yifeng's detailed file appeared on the screen, Zeng Long's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his fingers paused.

This scheming grandson of the Chen family, who had a direct conflict with him, is undoubtedly the prime suspect.

He examined each item meticulously, leaving no detail overlooked: Chen Yifeng's educational background, social circle, overseas business of his family, and even the foreign relations records of his father and grandfather...

However, upon closer inspection, the information in the file, though complex, was remarkably "clean".

The Chen family has overseas interests, but these fall within the scope of normal business and are not closely related to Chen Yifeng personally. No clues have been found in his or his immediate family members’ entry and exit records, overseas assets, or social networks that are obviously beyond the norm or have special purposes.

All the information was neatly framed within the reasonable scope of top-tier wealthy families, without the slightest trace of overstepping the boundaries.

Being too clean can sometimes be a sign of something being wrong.

However, this point alone is insufficient to draw a conclusion.

Zeng Long closed Chen Yifeng's file page, got up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the night was deep and the city lights were scattered in the distance.

He lit a cigarette, the scarlet flame flickering uncertainly in the darkness.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his deep gaze seemed to pierce through the night, colliding and piecing together everything that had happened that night—the professionalism of the surveillance point, the ruthlessness of the personnel, the decisiveness of the evacuation—with the fragments of information he had sifted through in his mind.

The cigarette butt burned out, the heat still lingering on his fingertips. He flicked it precisely into the crystal ashtray with a soft hiss, then turned and walked steadily back to his desk, his gaze returning to the screen.

The list of files was nearing its end. When the last name caught his eye—Wu Jun—Zeng Long's gaze remained unwavering, his expression still cold and scrutinizing.

He first quickly browsed Wu Jun's family background: the Wu family of Beijing, with a profound heritage, belongs to the top elite families along with the Chen and Yan families, and everything seems "normal".

Next, his gaze fell on Wu Jun's personal experience:

At 16, without using family resources, he founded a listed company in China. A business genius, but still within the realm of comprehension.

At 20 years old, he owns five listed companies worldwide, with businesses spanning multiple important sectors globally.

"Global?" Zeng Long's mouse pointer stopped on this line, his fingertip applying slight pressure. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

How could a young man with no prior record of studying, working, or settling abroad effectively control five publicly listed companies worldwide by the age of 20? This cannot be explained solely by business acumen or family connections!

A contrasting case instantly formed in his mind:

Even Zeng Long wouldn't have been able to build such a vast network of influence without his life-and-death battles overseas!

There are no Zero Squad members with tentacles all over the world!

It has no deep ties with international powers such as the Luo family!

There is absolutely no way he could have controlled Longyu Group so smoothly in China, orchestrated the global energy and financial war, and influenced Middle Eastern oil and mineral resources!

Without a reliable and strong foothold overseas, all international business operations are like castles in the air!

Wu Jun's "achievement" is logically flawed and anomalous!

Zeng Long continued looking down, his gaze growing increasingly sharp:

At 21, without relying on family connections, he passed the exam to become a member of parliament and entered the political arena.

At the age of 23, he was promoted to deputy director level in the council.

At 26, he was already a deputy director-level member of parliament, and his political future was widely regarded as promising.

The promotion speed was extremely fast, but this was not an isolated case in the top circle where resources converged.

Zeng Long quickly analyzed from a psychological perspective: Is his eagerness to prove himself an attempt to demonstrate his worth to his family?

Or is it to demonstrate strength to other powerful families? Behind this desire to prove oneself, there are often deeper needs or pressures.

However, a crucial point has emerged:

At the age of 26, at the peak of his political career and with a bright future ahead, he voluntarily resigned from all public office and "went behind the scenes".

"Hide behind the scenes..." Zeng Long repeated these four words softly, his voice echoing coldly in the silent study.

What does it mean to "go behind the scenes"?

This is usually a choice made by those who have tasted power, are used to being in control, and are confident that they can exert greater influence behind the scenes.

But Wu Jun was only 26 years old at the time, an age when he was eager to enjoy the direct feedback and sense of accomplishment that power brings.

Judging from the way he meticulously designed and attempted to manipulate the fate of others by using rules and power when he targeted Zeng Long, he is undoubtedly the kind of person who extremely enjoys the feeling of being in control of power.

Why would such a power-hungry and ambitious young man abruptly retire at the peak of his career? It doesn't make sense.

Then, there is only one possibility left: he gave up the power he had before because he saw, or had already touched, another "form of power" that was larger, more hidden, and more attractive to him!

Following this line of analysis, Zeng Long looked at Wu Jun's movements after his resignation:

He founded a private, top-tier club called "Above the Summit of the Universe".

The information notes indicate that the club has extremely high entry barriers and is highly secretive, exclusively serving foreign dignitaries, members of royal families, scions of the world's top wealthy families, business elites, and tycoons.

Upon seeing this, Zeng Long's signature smile, tinged with a hint of wickedness and coldness, slowly blossomed on his face.

Instead of using a lighter, he took out a box of special matches from the drawer, and with a "swish," elegantly struck one, the orange-yellow flame illuminating his deep eyes.

He slowly lit the cigarette between his lips, then leaned back deeply into the high-backed leather chair, exhaling a wisp of smoke.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, meeting the phantom image named "Wu Jun".

"A person with no experience of traveling abroad..."

"Even a prominent family may not be able to seamlessly connect with so many foreign dignitaries and royalty..."

"Someone who, at the age of 26, built a secret club serving the world's most elite circles..."

His voice was deep, as if he were asking questions about computer data, or as if he were talking to himself after understanding everything.

"Your 'global listed company,' your 'pinnacle of the universe'... what does it rely on? Who is paving this global network leading to the 'behind-the-scenes' for you?"

At this moment, all the fragmented clues were connected by an invisible thread of logic:

That extraordinary global business control, that decision to retreat from the limelight and move behind the scenes, that club serving special international groups, and... that intelligence depth and overseas influence needed to reach his "Zero" background!

As the smoke slowly dissipated, the last trace of hesitation in Zeng Long's eyes vanished completely, replaced by an unwavering determination.

He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette, and in the lingering smoke, clearly and coldly uttered the name that had finally been chosen:

"Wu... Jun".