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

Zeng Long watched Yan Ruge's disappearing figure and felt a pang of heartache. He suppressed his emotions and prepared to leave this focal point with Teng Ao and the others by his side.

Sudden--

Four figures, as straight as javelins and exuding awe-inspiring military might, seemed to solidify from the shadows, silent yet possessing an undeniable presence, blocking the way for the crowd.

All four were dressed in crisp army uniforms, their shoulder insignia indicating their distinguished ranks.

Their faces were resolute, their skin a bronze tan from years of outdoor training, and most striking were their eyes—

Sharp as a high-flying eagle, it seems to be able to pierce through all superficiality and get straight to the essence.

The leader was a middle-aged military officer in his forties, with a particularly calm and capable demeanor.

He stepped forward and stood at a perfect distance from Zeng Long, his body taut like a bow, and snapped a clean, crisp, and perfectly standard military salute!

"Hello, Young Master Long."

His voice carried unquestionable respect: "I am the former commander—General Zeng Xu's personal bodyguard captain."

His gaze met Zeng Long's calm eyes, and he spoke each word with perfect clarity:

"The commander ordered me to personally receive you."

"--go home."

Come back home.

These two words, like two warm yet incredibly sharp keys, unexpectedly pierced the deepest part of Zeng Long's heart.

Inside that cold, hard shell that had been encasing them for eighteen years!

In his eyes, which were usually calm and seemingly capable of swallowing all emotions, a rare and uncontrollable urgency suddenly burst forth!

That is the primal longing for the concept of "home," the instinctive thrill of a wandering soul finally seeing the lighthouse on the other shore.

Immediately afterwards, a barely perceptible, faint tension, like an undercurrent in the water, quietly swept across his brow.

The scene I've longed for and imagined countless times in my heart is finally about to become a reality.

Returning to one's family and recognizing one's ancestors is something even Zeng Long cannot completely avoid.

He didn't say much, but simply turned his head slightly and nodded very lightly to Teng Ao beside him.

Teng Ao immediately understood and raised his hand to signal all the young masters from the aristocratic families to stop and make way for him.

With utmost respect and understanding, they watched as Zeng Long, protected by four iron-willed guards, turned and walked deeper into the airport—to that special passage that was not open to the public.

The moment Zeng Long disappeared, in various inconspicuous corners of the airport, Ye Feng, Fang Rong, Tang Long, and others disappeared like drops of water merging into the ocean.

They disappeared silently into the bustling crowds and complex architectural structures, beginning their own "lurking".

However, beneath this seemingly ordinary welcoming and farewell, several pairs of eyes, hidden in the shadows and as cold as venomous snakes, never left Zeng Long and everything around him. An invisible surveillance network had already been quietly set in motion.

At the end of the special passage, a Hongqi sedan, all black with dignified lines and bearing a special white license plate, is parked quietly, like a silent king.

This car itself is a symbol of power, status, and supreme glory, a totem that countless people look up to throughout their lives but can never reach.

The security captain strode forward, his movements gentle yet precise as he opened the heavy rear door. He turned to Zeng Long, making a standard "please" gesture, his arm taut, his voice still steady:

"Young Master Long—please get in the car."

Zeng Long stood in front of the car door, his gaze sweeping over the vehicle that represented prestige and privilege, his chest heaving slightly. He took a deep breath, as if to take in the air of the capital, the weight of the future, and the complex emotions of the moment, and then transform them into a more resolute strength.

Without hesitation, he leaned over and sat in the spacious, comfortable yet undeniably oppressive back seat.

The car door was gently and precisely closed by the security captain, making a deep yet pleasant sound, as if separating two worlds. The captain quickly got into the passenger seat.

The other three guards, as if they had practiced a thousand times, swiftly and silently boarded the black Audi A6 behind them, which also had military license plates and a low-key appearance.

The engine starts, its sound deep and resonant.

Four motorcycles carrying traffic police, their lights flashing and already waiting nearby, immediately moved forward, forming a diamond-shaped escort formation.

The lead traffic police officer raised his hand to signal, and all lanes leading to the airport were instantly cleared.

The Hongqi sedan drove out smoothly, escorted by four motorcycles, two in front and two behind.

Wherever it goes, all vehicles automatically give way, and all intersections have green lights that remain on.

The journey was smooth and unimpeded, speeding towards one of the most mysterious and heavily guarded areas in the capital – the eastern suburbs.

Inside the car, Zeng Long leaned back, his gaze fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.

But his senses were already fully activated, like the most sophisticated radar.

He could clearly "sense" that as the vehicle drove deeper into the eastern suburbs, the surrounding environment, both in the light and in the shadows, was filled with the palpable, armed, and vigilant gazes and presence of those on guard.

Sentry posts, covert sentries, patrol teams...

This place truly lives up to its reputation as the residence of one of the core power elites of the Dragon Kingdom; its defense level is arguably the highest in the country.

The vehicles passed through checkpoints heavily guarded and requiring special permits.

When the soldiers at each checkpoint saw this Red Flag vehicle, they would immediately salute and quickly let it pass.

Finally, the Hongqi car slowly slowed down and came to a steady stop in front of the main gate of a simple and magnificent three-section courtyard house with blue bricks and gray tiles and a solemn atmosphere.