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

The capital city, the Jinglong Club.

The floor-to-ceiling windows, like a giant black mirror, reflect the luxurious interior furnishings and a solitary figure.

Chen Yifeng stood alone by the window, holding a document in his other hand, the paper of which was yellowed and the edges slightly curled.

The cover features a shocking line of text:

Preliminary Investigation Report on the Baby Swap Incident at Peking Union Medical College Hospital 18 Years Ago

His gaze was not focused on the dazzling lights outside the window, but rather lowered to the heavy document in his hand, a faint light flickering in the depths of his pupils.

"Zeng Long...heh..." He gave an extremely slight chuckle—

The voice echoed softly in the empty office, as if speaking to the night, or as if lost in its own world of thoughts.

"Zeng Linglong..." He uttered the name, his tone complex and difficult to decipher, mixed with a deeper, cold calculation.

"Unexpectedly... it really is just as Grandpa predicted."

"You are the 'genuine' that was switched out in that shocking mystery eighteen years ago."

He turned and walked to the large mahogany desk, gently placing the documents down without closing them.

He sat down in the high-backed chair, leaned back slightly, and gazed at the exquisite relief on the ceiling, beginning a long, silent deduction.

"Before... I thought I had lost completely, that I had suffered the biggest setback of my life at your hands."

A self-deprecating smile curved his lips, but his eyes showed no sign of defeat; instead, they grew brighter and brighter, like a shark that had caught the scent of blood.

"What a twist of fate... It turns out that from the moment you were born, there was already a powerful force... targeting you, targeting your entire Zeng family."

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the smooth tabletop, making a rhythmic, soft sound—a habit he had when deep in thought.

"Right now, Zeng Linglong, and the entire Zeng family... must be frantically searching for the truth, digging three feet into the ground to uncover the mastermind behind this, right?"

"Then..." His eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold. He leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, and interlaced his fingers against his chin.

"How can I... make you beg me?"

"You want me to...kneel down and beg me...before I tell you what I'm holding?"

This thought brought a hint of almost cruel pleasure to his eyes.

He imagined that scene—

Zeng Linglong, who was always calm and powerful and repeatedly humiliated him, lowered his proud head and had to compromise with him in order to uncover the mystery of his origins...

But he quickly shook his head, dismissing the overly emotional idea.

He, Chen Yifeng, is no longer a fool blinded by personal likes and dislikes.

His thoughts drifted to another person.

"Wu Jun... Young Master Wu..." He murmured the name, his tone filled with undisguised apprehension and a hint of cold inquiry.

"This matter should have been buried deep in my safe over time, never to see the light of day again."

"But... is this your 'fate,' or my... 'luck'?"

His finger moved to a page in the report, where there were some scattered, blurry records from back then, vaguely pointing to Wu Jun, the eldest son of the Wu family.

"Zeng Linglong has returned, and in the most shocking way: the return of the true dragon."

"Young Master Wu, tell me..." He spoke as if he were conversing with an invisible adversary, his tone tinged with probing and weighing his options:

"Should I 'hand over' this information, or... hold onto this fatal weakness and make you submit to me from now on?"

He paused, a glint in his eyes:

"Or... how about we 'cooperate'?"

"Oh……"

"This is getting more and more interesting." He murmured slowly, word by word, his gaze falling back on the yellowed report.

"All I need to do is... hold this 'key' firmly."

"We can simply... observe the situation calmly and act decisively."

He seemed to see a possible future scenario, and a cold, confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Zeng Linglong... Wu Jun..."

"It seems you two are destined to fight... like two tigers battling each other."

"The best course of action is... a fight to the death, a mutually destructive struggle."

His finger lightly touched the words "switcheroo," his eyes gleaming with a cold light:

"Only at the most crucial moment... at the most opportune time..."

"Only the intelligence I possess can be used to its fullest potential for benefit."

Zeng Long did not stay in his grandfather's courtyard house; he returned to the villa late at night.

The villa was brightly lit. Anna had returned to the United States to handle the international affairs of the Longyu Group.

After experiencing a series of misfortunes, Little Pomegranate had already fallen into a deep sleep in the room that had been arranged for her.

In the living room, Xiaoya and Tiezhu were wide awake.

They waited especially for Zeng Linglong to return, wanting to celebrate their eldest son's eventual return to his ancestral home and the completion of his family's reunion, and to share this hard-won joy.

However, when Zeng Linglong stepped into the living room, the two immediately sensed something was amiss.

Zeng Linglong's face did not show the ease or joy of returning home; instead, it was shrouded in an inescapable solemnity and a rare... eagerness.

His brows were unconsciously furrowed slightly, and his eyes seemed calm, but a storm was brewing in his depths.

Before Xiaoya and Tiezhu could offer their congratulations, Zeng Linglong's gaze sharpened, locking onto Xiaoya directly, his voice carrying an undeniable urgency:

"Xiaoya, have the others... all taken their positions? How are they doing?"

Xiaoya immediately stopped smiling, instantly switched to work mode, and nodded crisply:

"Alright! All in position, deep infiltration, communications silent, awaiting activation signal."

She and Tie Zhu exchanged a glance. Without needing to say a word, they both gleaned the same message from Zeng Linglong's expression and question—

There is an important situation, and it is a crucial matter concerning the core.

The two adjusted their posture almost simultaneously, straightening their backs and sharpening their eyes, their previous celebratory mood completely gone.

Xiaoya was like a spirit bird that had gathered all its energy, focused and sharp;

Tie Zhu, on the other hand, was like a beast with taut muscles, silent yet full of power.

They waited quietly for the commander's instructions.

Zeng Linglong looked at his most trusted partner, his voice low and clear:

"Tonight at Grandpa's... I heard the whole 'story'."

"About my birth, being switched at birth, being abandoned... and all the details, clues, and dead ends that the Zeng family investigated afterward."

Next, Zeng Linglong used the most concise and objective language possible to completely recount everything he had heard in the Zeng family courtyard to Xiaoya and Tiezhu.

His narration was clear and organized, devoid of any personal emotional embellishment, yet it allowed the listener to better feel the weight of the fog that had accumulated over eighteen years, and the terrifying energy that might exist behind it.