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

6:30 p.m.

At the entrance of Shangyi Residence.

He Feng, Teng Ao, and Yan Rugo received a short message almost simultaneously:

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

The air seemed to ignite instantly!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" He Feng roared into the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "All welcoming staff, line up at the entrance!"

"Security, double-check the exit! Keep your eyes wide open!"

He quickly straightened his suit and tie, took a deep breath, and stood at the very center of the end of the red carpet.

Teng Ao's expression was calm, but a burning light burned deep in his eyes.

He waved to the group of young men behind him who had been eagerly waiting, his voice carrying a powerful tone: "Brothers, follow me."

He took the lead, guiding this group of usually arrogant but now incredibly submissive top-tier young masters of the capital to stand orderly on the left side of the entrance, like a guard of honor being inspected.

Yan Ruge also took a deep breath to suppress the pounding in her heart.

She was wearing a simple, moon-white evening gown today, exuding an exceptionally elegant and refined air.

She nodded slightly to her close friends and other socialites who also came from prominent backgrounds, her voice soft yet firm: "Sisters, let's go over there too."

A group of beautiful and radiant girls, led by her, gracefully moved to the right side of the entrance, creating a stunning scene.

On the left are young and powerful nobles from the capital, and on the right are daughters of prominent families.

At the end of the central red carpet, the host family warmly welcomes them.

The entire area in front of Shangyi Residence instantly formed a highly symbolic and visually impactful scene.

All the passing vehicles and pedestrians were captivated by this scene.

The air was still, with only the soft rustling of the flags in the night breeze.

The deep roar of the engine grew louder as it approached.

The first thing that catches the eye is a Hongqi L5 sedan with a special white license plate.

This car itself is an unparalleled symbol of status and power!

Everyone present gasped in shock—this was the private car of the Zeng family patriarch, the meritorious General Zeng Xu, whose disciples and friends were all over the world!

The Hongqi car, acting as a leader, slowly came to a stop at the very front of the convoy.

This action, like a silent yet deafening thunderclap, resounded in the hearts of all onlookers!

The old man used his own car to clear the way and protect his grandson!

This is the most direct, the most powerful, and the most unquestionable declaration:

Zeng Linglong is my proudest grandson! He is the undisputed third-generation pillar of the Zeng family!

His will, to some extent, represents the will of Zeng Xu and even the entire Zeng family!

The prestige, status, and terrifying family power behind this Hongqi car were all clearly revealed in the moment it came to a silent stop!

Following closely behind the Hongqi car, two understated black Audi A8s came to a steady stop.

The rear door was pushed open at almost the same moment.

Zeng Linglong stepped out.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored, high-quality pure black handmade suit prepared for him by his mother, He Jing, which made his figure appear even more upright and tall like a cedar tree.

The suit had few embellishments, yet it perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful, upright physique.

His young face possessed a rugged and resolute quality, as if carved by a knife and axe.

His skin was a healthy wheat color, his brow bones were well-defined, his nose was high and straight, and his lips were pressed into a firm, straight line.

His expression carried a gentle calmness, with a subtle, perfectly polite smile playing on his lips, perfectly befitting the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family attending a banquet.

but--

When he raised his gaze and slowly swept it over the dark mass of people welcoming him at the entrance...

Everyone who made even a brief eye contact with him felt a chill run down their spine!

Those eyes, deep as a cold pool, calm and still, seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and absolute control after being tempered by blood and fire.

Beneath that gentle smile lies an aura of decisiveness, grandeur, and dominance that originates from the depths of his soul and cannot be faked!

That wasn't a deliberately released pressure, but rather a natural expression of the underlying essence of life, accumulated through the experience of holding life and death in one's hands and enduring hardships!

Beneath the gentleman's exterior lies a primordial behemoth, its claws temporarily concealed, yet capable of unleashing terrifying power at any moment!

"Ru Ge," said Su Manqi, Yan Ru Ge's best friend, standing beside her in a champagne-colored dress and with a beautiful face.

Unable to resist, he gently touched Yan Ruge's arm, lowering his voice, his tone filled with barely concealed amazement and a hint of excited tremor...

"He's so handsome... My future brother-in-law has such a powerful aura!"

She stared intently at the figure, "Today... I've finally seen the legendary face."

"Mmm..." The other girlfriends next to her nodded like chickens pecking at rice, their eyes filled with envy, teasing and heartfelt blessings as they looked at Yan Ruge.

Two barely perceptible blushes appeared on Yan Ruge's face, but she tried her best to maintain her composure, only slightly pursing her lips, her eyes filled with an unparalleled bitterness and tenderness.

At this point, the other people in the Audi also got out of the car one after another.

The younger generation of the Zeng family—Zeng Xuan, Zeng Lingyu, Zeng Yuan, and Zeng Ke—appeared in turn.

Although they wore smiles, their demeanor naturally revealed the composure and confidence unique to scions of top-tier families.

From the other car came the He family members—cousin He Zhendong, cousin He Yawen, and cousin He Zhennan.

Although the three were dressed in proper formal attire, they were utterly astonished when they saw the terrifying welcoming lineup at the entrance!

The smile on his face froze instantly, and his eyes revealed immense shock and disbelief.

The He family was merely a second-rate clan; they had never witnessed such a spectacle before. So many sons of powerful and influential figures from the capital had gathered, all to welcome one person!

Their gazes, involuntarily filled with deep awe and reverence, fell upon the black figure standing tall like a pillar of strength in front of them—their cousin/elder cousin, Zeng Linglong.

Before the three He siblings could recover from their shock...

"Greetings, Young Master Long!!!"

Teng Ao spoke first, his voice loud and clear, filled with absolute respect and enthusiasm.

It was as if a command had been given.

"Greetings, Young Master Long!!!"

"Welcome, Young Master Long!!!"

The young men on the left side of the entrance, the socialites on the right, and the club staff led by He Feng in the middle—almost everyone shouted out in unison!

The voices converged, carrying a heartfelt sense of recognition and submission!

That one "Young Master Long" carries far more power than any title or rumor.

It means that this young man has completely won over the most difficult and unruly generation of young people in Beijing.

He not only possessed formidable power and background, but also the personal charisma and leadership qualities that made these privileged individuals willingly follow him!

Looking across the entire capital, what else could command such orderly and respectful address from so many high-ranking officials' sons...?

Perhaps only Zeng Linglong could do that.

Even the other three already famous "young masters" might not be able to achieve this level!

Faced with the overwhelming admiration and countless ardent gazes, Zeng Linglong's smile deepened, appearing even more sincere.

He took a few steps forward, stood at the front of the crowd, and gently swept his gaze over the familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"I'm sorry," his voice clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a comforting magnetism, "I've kept you all waiting."

His tone was calm and composed, without any sense of condescension.

"They came tonight..."

He paused slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the faces of Teng Ao, Yan Rugo, and the others, before looking at everyone.

"They're all friends, all brothers and sisters."

Thank you everyone!

Humility and sincerity instantly shorten the distance between people.

With just a word and an attitude, the crowd, who had been tense due to his powerful aura, immediately relaxed, and were then filled with a deeper sense of closeness and excitement.

Like a gentle spring breeze, it is nothing more than that.

He Feng finally got his chance. He quickly stepped forward, his face beaming with a smile, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Xiao Long, it's windy outside, let's go inside!"

Zeng Linglong looked at his uncle with a gentle gaze and nodded.

Then, he turned to the crowd again and said loudly:

"OK!"

"Everyone's at my uncle's place tonight..."

He waved his arm with a bold and unrestrained gesture.

"Have fun!"

"For friendship! For loyalty! For the future!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an infectious, exhilarating power:

"we……"

"We won't leave until we're drunk!"

"good--!!!"

"We won't leave until we're drunk!!"

"Follow Young Master Long, we won't leave until we're drunk!!"

The crowd was instantly ignited! Especially the hot-blooded young men, who were flushed with excitement, waving their arms and shouting in unison!

The atmosphere instantly reached its first climax!