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

Zeng Long's chest began to heave violently, each breath accompanied by a wheezing sound like a bellows.

My whole body started to tremble.

The bones and joints made a series of clicking sounds.

Bang……!

Zeng Long kicked one leg at the chair next to him, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

He slammed the phone down on the ground.

He gripped the handle tightly with both hands and pounded it hard against the tempered glass of the window.

It struck the glass repeatedly.

Blood mixed with shards of glass.

It falls into the air and onto the ground.

At the same time, the sound of shattering glass combined to create a mournful lament.

It struck a chord in the hearts of everyone present.

"Boss?"

Tie Zhu was the first to notice something was wrong.

He pushed aside the crowd surrounding him, his massive body squeezing through.

Xiaoya and Yefeng followed closely behind.

"Boss, what's wrong—" Xiaoya's words caught in her throat.

She saw Zeng Long's face.

That face, forever calm, forever in control—

At this moment, there is overwhelming sorrow and destructive rage!

Two extreme emotions intertwined.

Make that face look...like a demon.

"Boss!" Tie Zhu reached out and grabbed Zeng Long's arm. "What happened? Say something!"

Zeng Long suddenly turned his head.

His eyes were fixed on Tie Zhu.

There was so much in those eyes—guilt, pain, madness, despair…

Tie Zhu felt uneasy under their gaze.

"Boss...?"

Zeng Long made a move.

He reached out his hands—those hands stained with shards of glass and dripping with blood—and cupped Tiezhu's face in his hands.

The action contains a steely tenderness, and even more so, the brotherhood forged in blood and fire, life and death.

then.

He used all his strength to hug Tiezhu's broad shoulders tightly!

"Iron Pillar..."

The voice was hoarse and broken, choked with sobs.

"I'm not a good boss..."

"I'm not a good brother either..."

"I'm so sorry..."

"I failed to protect your family..."

The embrace tightened, almost breaking Tie Zhu's bones.

The last sentence was shouted out:

"Your father is dead... dead... dead! He was murdered—!!!"

The sound echoed in the hall.

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's heart.

Tie Zhu's body froze.

He was stunned as Zeng Long held him.

His eyes widened in confusion.

then.

"Oh……"

He smiled.

He grinned and gave a simple, honest smile.

"Boss." Tie Zhu pushed Zeng Long away, scratched the back of his head, and said, "You're joking with me again..."

"This joke isn't funny at all."

He spoke while backing away.

He staggered.

Finally, Tie Zhu's back bumped into the long table where the food was laid out.

"Splash—!"

The cups and plates overturned and shattered on the floor.

Tie Zhu looked down at the mess on the ground.

He looked up again and gazed at Zeng Long.

He looked into Zeng Long's bloodshot, tear-filled eyes.

Look around at everyone—those terrified, pitying, bewildered eyes.

at last.

He got it.

This is no joke.

"father……?"

Tie Zhu murmured.

The sound was very soft.

then.

"father--!!!!"

A roar shattered the hearts of everyone present!

What a sound that was!

Like a tiger that has lost its cubs!

Like a giant whose heart has been ripped out!

Tie Zhu's massive body suddenly hunched over.

He held his head in his hands, dug his fingers into his hair, and pulled hard.

"Impossible...impossible..."

"My dad is very healthy...and very strong..."

Tears welled up in the eyes of this man of steel.

He knelt down on the ground.

A fist slammed into the marble floor, again and again.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The ground is shaking.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Tiezhu raised his head and roared at the ceiling.

The veins on his neck were bulging, as if they were about to explode.

That honest-looking face was now extremely distorted... ferocious...

Ye Feng rushed forward, wanting to hug him.

He was pushed aside by Tie Zhu.

"Who...who is it...?!"

Tie Zhu raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and looked at Zeng Long:

"Boss... tell me..."

"Who... killed my father...?!"

Zeng Long did not answer.

He had forgotten the pain, his hands clenched tightly as he stared at the kneeling iron pillar, but because of the tight grip, blood dripped onto the ground even faster.

He turned around and looked at Xiaoya.

His eyes had regained their calm.

But beneath that calm lay a raging sea of ​​blood.

"Xiaoya," Zeng Long's voice was as cold as the Siberian wind, "Now, immediately, call General Liu."

"Have him arrange for a military helicopter to come to Yuetingyuan."

"Just say—this is what I wanted."

Xiaoya trembled: "Yes!"

"Notify Fang Rong and Tang Long to bring their men over."

"Notify the other brothers—"

Zeng Long paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"It's time to go home."

Xiaoya and Ye Feng's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

"It's time to go home."

That was the highest-level mobilization order for Squad Zero!

This means that all members on missions outside must return to their units as quickly as possible!

This means that something really big is about to happen!

"Brother Long!" Teng Ao rushed over, "We're going too!"

"Yes!" Yan Ruge also came over. "Let's go together!"

Ye Zhenkang and his wife Lin Shucheng walked over:

"Xiaolong, according to the rules, we elders must be present."

Yan Hai stood silently behind Zeng Long.

then.

One, two, three...

Everyone present—

Those scions of prominent families, those super-rich individuals, those entrepreneurs—

Take a step forward.

"Young Master Long, let's go too!"

The sounds converged into a torrent.

Zeng Long looked at them.

Looked for a long time.

He did not "speak".

He simply turned slowly and walked towards the gate.

His back, under the brilliant lights, looked so lonely and so heavy.

Tie Zhu was still kneeling on the ground, holding his head, trembling all over.

Ye Feng and Xiao Ya, one on each side, lifted him up.

"Pillar," Ye Feng said, his eyes red, "Let's...go home."

Tie Zhu raised his head, his face streaked with tears.

He watched Zeng Long's departing figure.

Then I looked out the window—to the north, at that pitch-black night sky.

His home is there.

His deceased father was there.

There was the truth he had been waiting for for eleven years...

"go home……"

Tie Zhu murmured.

Then, he straightened his back.

The sadness was fading from those bloodshot eyes.

Instead, there is an extreme coldness—

Murderous intent.