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

Shangyiju Parking Lot.

The smells of blood and gunpowder solidified in the night wind, like an invisible, heavy curtain.

The black-clad corpses were neatly arranged on the cement floor, like black stalks of wheat that had been harvested and bundled together.

Ye Feng and the others quickly emerged from the shadows.

Lawrence, Danny, and Nader emerged from the darkness, escorting the assassin who had been knocked unconscious by Ye Feng.

Xiaoya quickly arrived at the pile of corpses and squatted down.

She put on black tactical gloves and her fingers quickly searched the pockets, collars, cuffs, and trouser seams of each corpse.

Action-oriented professionals, like forensic scientists.

Empty.

They had no identification documents, no communication devices, and not even a single clue.

The existence of these people seems to have been deliberately erased from all traces of humanity.

until--

Xiaoya turned the body over and tore open the collar at the back of the neck.

Under the light, a tattoo the size of a coin was revealed:

The silhouette of a medieval knight's helmet features simple yet sharp lines, with two empty black triangles around the eyes.

Her fingers paused.

"A knight tattoo," she said softly, her brow furrowing slightly. "There's no match in the database."

"It is not the identifier of any known mercenary group, assassin, or private armed force."

Lawrence pointed to the last corpse—a massive, muscular body that resembled a dead brown bear.

"This is something," he said in a hoarse voice.

Xiaoya turned to Jin Gang.

He reached into the inner pocket of his tactical vest and pulled out a heavy satellite phone, an encrypted model, which had been remotely locked.

On the other pocket, my fingertips touched the cool metal.

She pulled out a badge:

Round, made of bronze, with slight wear on the edges.

The design is an abstract universe with stars and nebulae intertwined, with a tiny, raised star at the center.

"Cosmic badge..." Xiaoya squinted and quickly took a picture.

At this moment, Ye Feng was already squatting next to another corpse.

He extended two fingers and pinched the almost invisible, tiny seam behind the corpse's ear—

"Sizzle—!"

A highly realistic human skin mask, as thin as a cicada's wing, was completely torn off!

Beneath the mask was a typical face of an Eastern European man—high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and pale skin.

Ye Feng remained expressionless as he walked toward the next corpse.

"Sizzle—!"

Nordic face.

"Sizzle—!"

Latino faces.

"Sizzle—!"

Middle Eastern distinctive features.

Nine corpses, nine masks, nine faces from different parts of the world.

Finally, Ye Feng tore off the mask from King Kong's face—

His face was rugged, typical of Slavic people, with a real scar running diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.

"A professional mercenary, or a retired special forces soldier." Ye Feng's voice was like ice shards rubbing together. "The mask is to conceal his nationality and confuse the investigation."

As expected, they were all foreign nationals, all wearing disguises.

Xiaoya stood up as she spoke.

She photographed the knight tattoo, the cosmic badge, and ten photos of her face one by one using a high-definition lens.

Fingers flew across the tactical tablet.

Encrypted transmission protocol initiated.

The progress bar is flashing.

"Sent to: White Vulture"

"Sent to: Baroque"

File sent successfully.

Xiaoya looked up at the Dragon Return team members who had gathered around her.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's in the night:

Give me some time.

"These logos, these faces—anything that has been recorded in any database in the world..."

"I will definitely dig out their roots."

Ye Feng's gaze fell on the unconscious assassin who had been thrown to the ground.

"Lawrence, Danny, Nader."

His voice was flat:

"You stay here."

Interrogate him.

"At the same time, we must also guard against being silenced."

Xiaoya took a silver metal tube out of her pouch and tossed it to Lawrence.

Inside the tube was a syringe and two small vials of colorless liquid.

"A high-intensity psychoactive drug," Xiaoya explained quickly. "It takes effect 30 minutes after injection, destroying the short-term memory inhibition center, making people confused and unable to lie, but it can also cause irreversible brain damage."

"I want him to speak before dawn."

Lawrence took the metal tube and gripped it tightly.

Xiaoya brought up the tablet again.

The blue light from the screen illuminated her cold face.

Her fingers blurred across the virtual keyboard.

"The complete list of guests attending the boss's comeback banquet tonight."

"There are 87 people in total. Apart from those who are absolutely reliable and trustworthy, there are 16 families or forces."

"Detailed information about each person, including family background and address coordinates..."

She pressed the send button heavily with her fingertips.

"It has been synchronized to each of your tactical terminals."

Then she pulled up another list.

"as well as--"

"A list of all people who have had conflicts or disagreements with the boss."

She was about to continue explaining—

"These people."

Ye Feng interrupted her.

His voice was soft, yet it instantly silenced all the team members.

Leave it all to me.

"At the same time, all these families—their relatives, whether or not they are overseas—are handed over to me."

The team members looked at him.

Ye Feng's face was hidden in the shadows, only his eyes gleamed with a deathly, phosphorescent light in the darkness.

They understood.

Death has been thoroughly enraged tonight!

And the person Death specifically requested...

It's definitely not as simple as just "interrogation".

That was something that instilled boundless fear and dread.

It's worse than death.

It is to crush them completely, from body to soul, in the most cruel way.

Ye Feng then looked at the training team members standing in the open space of the parking lot.

Their eyes were red with anger, and their muscles were taut to the extreme.

But what surged in his eyes was a frenzied killing intent that wanted to tear everything apart.

Ye Feng walked up to them.

His gaze swept over the more than three hundred resolute and angry faces.

"gather."

The two words struck like a hammer blow to the ground.

"brush--!"

More than 300 people instantly stood at attention, chests out and heads held high!

"You will be divided into groups of 35."

Ye Feng's voice echoed through the night sky, cold and clear:

"Follow your instructors—"

He pointed to the ten Dragon Return team members behind him:

"All related individuals on the list will be taken into custody and interrogated."

"Resistant, shoot them dead."

"Escapee, hunt down."

"Those who protect us are equally guilty."

He paused, then added:

"The remaining personnel not assigned to any group shall remain on standby here."

He then pointed to Lawrence and the other two.

"Follow the instructions of Lawrence and his two companions."

He raised his head and looked towards the capital city—a city brightly lit but soon to be stained with blood.

Finally, he uttered two resolute words:

"action."

The command has been given!

Ten members of the Dragon Return team simultaneously ran quickly towards their assigned vehicles.

Those were military vehicles driven by the training team members from the base.

Behind each person, thirty-five training team members followed closely like shadows.

The car door opened.

The figure disappeared.

The engines roared!

"boom--!!!"

"boom--!!!"

The engines of dozens of military off-road vehicles roared at the same time!

The tires spun wildly on the concrete, screeching and emitting acrid smoke!

Then--

Launch control!

The convoy, like a horde of enraged steel beasts, burst out of the parking lot, crushing pools of blood and tearing through the night!

The car headlights pierced the darkness like a drawn sword.

Ten groups, heading in various directions towards Shangyi Residence—tracking

Towards every corner of the capital city—

Those mansions of prominent families, private clubs, luxury apartments, and secret hideouts—

They pounced and attacked!

Ye Feng stood there, watching the convoy disappear into the distance.

Then he turned around.

Alone, I walked into the deepest shadow of the parking lot.

His silhouette stretched long under the streetlights.

Like Death himself, wielding his scythe, he embarks alone on the path of harvest.

Xiaoya watched as Ye Feng completely disappeared into the dark shadows!

She put away the tablet and looked at Lawrence:

"I'm leaving this to you."

"I'm going to follow up on the clues about the tattoos and badges."

"And report the progress of the matter to the boss."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further:

"Before dawn..."

"That survivor must be made to talk."

Lawrence nodded emphatically.

He looked at the unconscious assassin on the ground, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Danny and Nader had already brought the buckets.

The icy water gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

now.

A heavily guarded mansion in the capital city.

A young master from a prominent family was fast asleep in his bedroom, with a hint of alcohol on his lips.

He had absolutely no idea—

Three kilometers away, five military vehicles were heading straight for his residence.

A private club.

Several figures were drinking tea and talking in hushed tones, while the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

They didn't know—

The club's gates were locked by fully armed steel warriors.

A private club.

A young man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the night sky with a furrowed brow.

He was even more unaware—

Fear is creeping in.

Tonight, the capital city will be sleepless.

Because a group of irrational madmen, holding a list, are coming in droves, treading on blood.

Because a Grim Reaper is approaching all those who have had a grudge against the "Boss," sword in hand.

Even more so because—

A massive global web of revenge has already drawn its first noose.

The convoy's taillights disappeared at the end of the street.

The parking lot returned to silence.

Only a trace of undried blood remained on the ground, bathed in moonlight—

It glows faintly.

Like the last reflection before disaster strikes.