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

Behind the shadow of the corner.

Zeng Linglong leaned against the cold wall and took a deep breath.

The wound on his left arm, from the intense rolling and fighting, was soaked with blood, which dripped continuously onto the ground at his feet, forming a small pool of dark red blood.

The blood-stained sleeve clung tightly to the wound, causing a continuous and sharp pain.

There was no anger or fear on his face.

There was only an extreme tranquility, and beneath that tranquility lay an indescribable bitterness and heaviness.

He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but it ultimately turned into a silent sigh.

Then he stepped out of the shadows.

His steps were steady, even carrying his usual composure and determination.

Only his slightly pursed lips and pale face betrayed the intense pain he was enduring and the weakness caused by blood loss.

He walked step by step toward the open space in the center of the parking lot, shrouded in death lights.

He walked toward the girl who had a gun pointed at her head, bombs strapped to her body, and was looking at him through teary eyes.

With each step, the wound on my left arm throbbed with excruciating pain from the vibrations.

Every step felt like stepping on my own heart.

The moment Yan Ruge saw him walk out, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning!

The gagged mouth emitted even more mournful yet indistinct "woo-woo" sounds, the head shook like a leaf falling in a storm, and tears, like broken pearls, poured wildly and in large drops from the eyes, rolling down the cheeks, wetting the front of the clothes and the tape sealing the mouth.

Her eyes were filled with endless pleading, despair, heartache, and... an unfathomable depth of love and sorrow.

Don't come any closer...

Please... don't come any closer...

Her eyes were screaming.

three meters.

Zeng Linglong stopped about three meters away from Yan Rugo and the assassin.

He looked at Yan Rugo calmly, his eyes deep, as if to say, "Don't be afraid."

Then, he looked up at the venomous assassin behind her.

Just then—

"Bang--!!!"

A muffled, distant sniper shot rang out!

A burst of blood erupted from the outside of Zeng Linglong's right thigh!

The immense impact caused his body to tilt, and he involuntarily fell heavily to his knees!

"Ugh—!" A suppressed groan escaped his throat.

Blood gushed out quickly from the bullet holes, staining the ground and his black suit trousers red.

On the rooftop, Mad God watched his target kneel through the scope, a cruel, smug smile playing on his lips. This was just the beginning.

"Brother Long—!!!"

Yan Rugo let out a silent, heart-wrenching scream in her heart! She saw the blooming blood, Zeng Linglong's face turning pale with pain, and the heavy impact of his knees hitting the ground... Her heart shattered!

She shook her head even more frantically, tears blurring the entire world, leaving only the figure kneeling in the pool of blood, yet still holding her upper body upright.

"Hahaha--!!!"

Seeing Zeng Linglong shot and kneeling on the ground, "Groundhog" let out a dry and grating laugh, full of cruel pleasure.

"Oh! You're kneeling down?"

He kept the gun pointed at Yan Rugo, looking at Zeng Linglong with a mocking gaze.

"I heard...you two are engaged?"

He tilted his head, his tone like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Perfect..."

"We've already knelt down..."

"Let me... officiate your 'final wedding'!"

"Hahaha...! It must be... so romantic!"

As Yan Rugo listened to these devilish words and watched the bloodstains on Zeng Linglong's leg spread wider, despair, like an icy tide, completely overwhelmed her.

Zeng Linglong knelt on the ground, the intense pain pounding against his nerves like a tidal wave.

But his eyes remained clear, and his brain was working at a rapid pace.

He was calculating.

Calculate the time it will take Lawrence and Nader to get to the rooftop.

Calculate how much longer you can delay.

Calculate every possible opportunity to break the deadlock.

He knew that his only hope now was that Lawrence and Nader could suppress or eliminate the sniper on the roof as soon as possible!

Before that, he had to survive, he had to control the situation as much as possible, and he had to... provoke the other party so that they would focus more on "playing" with him!

He looked up at "Groundhog" and forced a very faint, mocking smile onto his face.

The voice was hoarse from the pain, but it came through clearly:

"According to...the customs of our Dragon Kingdom..."

"At a wedding... one must kneel and bow to heaven and earth..."

He paused, then emphasized:

"Yes... kneel down."

He's gambling.

Betting on the other party's cruel, manipulative mentality.

They were betting that the other party wanted to have even more "fun" with this cruel joke about "weddings".

Upon hearing this, "Groundhog" stopped laughing abruptly, a fierce glint of even greater excitement flashing in its eyes.

"Oh? You have quite a few requirements?"

But it seems more fun.

He grinned maliciously, raised his pistol, and aimed it at Zeng Linglong's left thigh without hesitation!

"Bang--!!!"

Another shot!

Zeng Linglong's left thigh also burst open with blood!

He groaned, and his other leg gave way, causing him to kneel completely on the cold ground!

With blood on his knees, he knelt before the enemy.

"Hahaha—! As you wish!"

The "ground mouse" laughed uncontrollably, as if admiring its most prized work.

"Now... kneel down properly!"

"A little over a minute left..."

He pointed to the timer on Yan Rugo's waist, the numbers ticking up to around 01:30.

"When the time comes..."

"The two of you... can fly up to the sky together..."

"Continue your wedding in heaven!"

"How was it? Was I a decent emcee...?"

Yan Ruge looked at Zeng Linglong's gruesome state, kneeling on the ground with blood gushing out, his body trembling slightly from the intense pain, and his clenched teeth...

Her world completely collapsed.

Her sealed mouth emitted a broken, agonizing sob, her head shook so violently it seemed about to break off, and tears streamed down her face like blood, a mixture of endless love, pain, regret, and hatred.