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

Inside the private room, the banquet was drawing to a close.

Slightly tipsy, the atmosphere was subtly balanced by the laughter and conversation of Zeng Linglong, Kong Zhuo, and Luo Haoran. The shock in everyone's hearts gradually subsided, turning into quiet conversation and relaxation.

"Bang."

It wasn't pushed away, but rather gently pushed aside by a steady force.

The heavy solid wood door of the private room opened wide once again.

This time, the scene at the doorway instantly tightened everyone's nerves, which had just relaxed, and their pupils contracted sharply!

Wu Jun.

He stood in the center of the doorway, dressed in a seemingly understated dark suit, his hair perfectly styled, and a calculated, subtle smile on his face.

But what suddenly chilled the air was not him, but what was behind him—

Four men standing like iron towers.

They were all dressed in black suits, white shirts, and buzz cuts.

They stood silently half a step behind Wu Jun, their eyes looking straight ahead.

But that cold, sharp edge, forged through countless trials, seemingly capable of freezing the air itself—

And the faint, almost imperceptible, murderous aura emanating from him—a quality that only those who have truly witnessed bloodshed and spent countless years teetering on the edge of danger would develop—made him instantly recognizable to anyone with even a modicum of knowledge.

This is definitely not an ordinary bodyguard.

These are truly top-tier guards who have come down from the brink of death and are experts in killing!

Wu Jun's appearance brought not surprise, but substantial tension and repression!

Because everyone present knew that Zeng Linglong and Wu Jun had a grudge. And it was a deep grudge that couldn't be easily resolved.

At this moment, the banquet was about to end, but Wu Jun arrived uninvited with these four menacing figures.

What does he want to do?

An open declaration of war?

Or... is there a deeper scheme at play?

Wu Jun stepped into the private room.

His gaze did not sweep across the room with the gentle intensity of Luo Haoran's, nor did it contain the subtle scrutiny that Kong Zhuo initially displayed.

He didn't even glance at Kong Zhuo and Luo Haoran, who were sitting to Zeng Linglong's left and right and held prominent positions, as if they were just insignificant background figures.

From the moment he entered the room, all his attention was completely focused on Zeng Linglong, who was in the main seat.

The faint smile on his face remained unchanged, but it perfectly concealed the cold killing intent deep in his eyes and his usual domineering aura.

Surrounded silently by four bodyguards, he walked steadily, ignoring the various complex gazes cast from both sides, and went directly to Zeng Linglong's dining table.

Four bodyguards stopped half a step behind him, forming a semi-circle to subtly protect him, their eyes lowered, yet taking in all the movements in front of them.

Wu Jun stood in front of Zeng Linglong.

His feigned friendly smile deepened, and his voice softened, even becoming somewhat "sincere," a stark contrast to his usual gloomy and hoarse tone.

"I think……"

"This... must be the main character tonight, Young Master Long, right?"

After saying that, he very naturally extended his right hand forward.

My name is Wu Jun.

"I heard tonight is Young Master Long's homecoming celebration banquet..."

"Mr. Wu came here specifically to express his congratulations."

He maintained his outstretched hand gesture, his smile unchanged, but his gaze was fixed directly into Zeng Linglong's eyes.

"believe……"

"Young Master Long... you shouldn't be unwelcome, right?"

A handshake is a courtesy, a test, and a superficial "contact" and "self-performance."

Zeng Linglong remained seated in the main chair, without getting up.

He didn't even look at Wu Jun's outstretched hand right away.

Instead, he first slightly turned his head, calmly scanning Wu Jun with his gaze, and then, past him, landed on the four bodyguards behind him who were like statues.

Zeng Linglong's eyes were extremely sharp, and he instantly sensed the battlefield aura and superb physical abilities emanating from the four men, which they had restrained but could not completely conceal. They were definitely top-notch fighters who had seen blood and killed people.

He understood perfectly well, but remained outwardly calm.

Then, he slowly and calmly stood up.

He was already tall and imposing, and now, standing there, he was even a head taller than Wu Jun.

He took a small step forward, almost face to face with Wu Jun, at a very close distance, creating a subtle and oppressive downward gaze.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at Wu Jun with a calm gaze. His face showed no particular expression, but the natural, condescending sense of scrutiny he exuded made Wu Jun's smile freeze almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second.

"Young Master Wu...right?"

Zeng Linglong spoke, his voice not loud, but with a unique penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Come here..."

He paused, his tone flat.

"I wouldn't say I welcome them... or rather, I don't welcome them."

Wu Jun's eyes flickered slightly, awaiting what would happen next.

Zeng Linglong abruptly changed the subject, his tone remaining calm, but the content was as sharp as a knife:

"But... there's one thing I think... is still 'welcome'."

His gaze swept over the four bodyguards behind Wu Jun, and then glanced at Kong Zhuo and Luo Haoran, who were sitting calmly beside him.

That's because...

"You have quite a bit of an air about you."

"Young Master Luo and Young Master Kong beside me..."

He pointed to the left and right.

"They always had their attendants waiting outside the door."

"They... came to celebrate alone."

His gaze returned to Wu Jun's face, and a faint, sarcastic smile curved his lips.

"so……"

All I can say is... "Welcome."

"because……"

He spoke each word clearly and coldly:

"You're arrogant."

The person behind you... is even more arrogant.

"Even the attendants... can come in and sit on equal footing with Young Master Luo and Young Master Kong."

He shrugged slightly, making a helpless expression.

"you say……"

"How could I not welcome them?"

Whoosh—!

This veiled and sarcastic rebuttal sent a chill down the spines of many present!

Young Master Long is showing absolutely no respect!

It directly points out Wu Jun's impoliteness and provocative intention in bringing bodyguards inside, and cleverly compares him with Kong Zhuo and Luo Haoran, subtly elevating Kong and Luo's "knowledge of rules" and belittling Wu Jun's "arrogance" and "conceit"!

The final line, "How dare I not welcome you?", is a veiled act of defiance, brimming with irony!