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

Deep in an alley near Shangyiju.

Ye Feng stood alone in absolute darkness.

He closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, she slowly opened her eyes.

In those eyes—all the emotions belonging to "Ye Feng" completely disappeared.

All that remained was the deathly stillness of an ancient, icy pool belonging to "Death".

He didn't turn around.

The sound was very soft, yet it pierced the silence like an icicle:

"come out."

Two words.

Like a spell to summon the dead from hell.

"brush--!"

Six dark figures, as if "peeled" from the shadows of the wall, instantly appeared three meters behind Ye Feng.

Silently.

There wasn't even the sound of the hem of the clothes rubbing against the air.

They were completely enveloped in specially made black stealth suits, the fabric of which absorbed 99.7% of light, making them almost completely invisible in the dark.

They all wore uniform, expressionless metal masks, revealing only two pairs of eyes—six pairs of eyes, like twelve cold obsidian stones.

The breathing rate was deliberately suppressed to 4 times per minute, and the heart rate was below 40.

They stood there like six murderous stone statues awakened from an ancient tomb.

Then--

Six people knelt down on one knee at the same time!

Their movements were as synchronized as those of a precision machine!

The angle of the head down, the position of the knees touching the ground, and the posture of the hands on the knees—all perfectly consistent!

"grim Reaper--"

Six hoarse, deep sounds, like the grinding of rusty gears, rang out simultaneously:

"Please give your instructions."

His voice suppressed an almost fanatical worship and absolute obedience.

They are the Shadow Organization—

The six diamond-level assassins at the very top of the global assassin pyramid.

At this moment, they kneel before the only "god" they acknowledge.

These six are top assassins.

Ye Feng was transferred here because of the murder of Tie Zhu's father, Shi Qinglie.

Last time, however, he was forcibly suppressed by Old Liu.

In addition, since his boss Zeng Linglong didn't want to make a big fuss, Ye Feng didn't send the assassin to carry out the mission.

But this time it's different; this time it's my boss who's in trouble.

Death was originally the sharpest thorn in Zeng Linglong's side.

Ye Feng still did not turn around.

His silhouette in the darkness resembled an ancient, blood-stained blade drawn from its sheath.

"The list and related information have been sent to your encrypted terminals."

His voice was calm, yet it made the six kneeling men tense up slightly.

"remember--"

Ye Feng paused, each word like a shard of ice hitting the ground:

"I want all their information, including all their electronic devices and communication tools."

"Don't let them die."

"Let them live in fear."

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers clenching loosely in the darkness, as if grasping an unseen throat:

"You should be like... the evil spirits that are in their marrow."

"Like a nightmare haunting their dreams."

"Slowly drain their spirit."

"Make them afraid to eat—because every bite could be poisoned."

"I'm afraid to sleep—because if I close my eyes I'll see you standing at the head of my bed."

"even--"

Ye Feng's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a chilling gentleness:

"Make them even doubt whether the next breath they take contains a slow-acting neurotoxin you've injected."

He lowered his hand.

"Did you understand?"

Six diamond assassins simultaneously lowered their heads, their metal masks almost touching the ground:

"Yes, ma'am!"

"god!"

The command has been issued.

The six dark figures did not get up.

Instead, he remained kneeling, his body beginning to "melt" backward—like ink seeping into rice paper, silently retreating into the darkness behind him.

Five seconds.

They all disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed.

Ye Feng then slowly turned around.

His face was expressionless.

There was no anger, no hatred, no madness.

There is only one kind... stripped of all humanity, reduced to the very essence of killing, utterly cold.

He took out the specially made encrypted tablet from his tactical pouch, which was directly connected to the Shadow Organization's core database.

The blue light from the screen illuminated half of his face.

Fingers quickly type on the virtual keyboard —

Highest privilege command code: GHOST-01

Identity confirmed: Death

Order Category: Global Kill Order

Target list: Loading — All overseas related families, organizations, and individuals provided by Xiaoya.

Execution requirements: Consistent with the instructions given in person just now—create fear, psychological destruction, and a living hell.

Command status: Issued, effective globally

Click send.

The screen went dark.

Ye Feng put the tablet back into his waist bag.

He raised his head and looked eastward—that was the direction of the military region's general hospital.

His voice was very soft.

Boss, you're tired, take a nap first.

Leave everything to me.

He strode into the deeper shadows of the factory.

His steps were very steady.

His back was straight.

But from this moment on—

"Ye Feng" has temporarily disappeared.

Walking in the night of Beijing, only—

Filled with endless killing intent and the fire of revenge...

grim Reaper.

Once Death is free to roam, without Zeng Linglong's supervision—and acts alone—the capital will be plunged into bloodshed.

A top-tier private club in Beijing.

Three military off-road vehicles, like raging steel rhinos, broke the silence of the street!

In the driver's seat of the lead vehicle, Qi Liang had an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes swirling with a violent, bloodshot look.

He jerked the steering wheel!

"boom--!!!"

The SUV smashed into the club's million-dollar carved rosewood gate!

Wood chips flying everywhere! The alarm blares!

The vehicle rushed into the lobby and braked suddenly, leaving two charred marks on the polished marble floor from its tires!

The car doors popped open at the same time!

Qi Liang was the first to jump down, his assault rifle already raised!

Behind him, thirty-five fully armed trainees filed out, their movements as swift as wolves!

"Who goes there?!"

Four bodyguards rushed in from both sides, their hands on their waists—

"Da da da da da—!!!"

Qi Liang didn't even look at them; he raised his gun and pointed it at the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Pull the trigger!

A violent barrage of bullets tore through the air!

The crystal chandelier shattered into countless pieces! Glass rained down!

"Everyone down—!!!"

"Hands behind head—!!!"

"Anyone who disobeys will be shot on the spot!!!"

The trainees' roars exploded! Gun barrels instantly locked onto all the bodyguards!

The four bodyguards had barely touched the gun handles when more than a dozen dark gun barrels were pointed at their heads!

Their faces were deathly pale, their hands trembling as they slowly knelt down.

Absolute military crushing.

They didn't give us any time to react at all.

The gunshots alerted the tea room on the second floor.

Several young men from prominent families who were enjoying tea and discussing business were so shocked that they dropped and shattered their teacups!

"What's going on?!"

"What's that noise downstairs?!"

"Security! Where's the security?!"

The door was kicked open with a bang!

Qi Liang walked in carrying a gun, the muzzle still emitting faint smoke.

His gaze swept over the five people in the room.

Finally, the gaze fell upon the face of the young man in the center, dressed in silk pajamas, his expression one of shock and anger.

Qi Liang raised his hand and pointed at him with his index finger:

"this."

"take away."

"Yes!" Four training team members rushed in and roughly dragged the young master off the sofa!

Military-grade high-strength nylon cable ties snap shut, locking your wrist in place!

"What are you doing?!"

The young master finally realized what was happening and struggled, roaring angrily:

"Which unit are you from?! Do you even know where you are?!"

"I am Zhao Zixuan from the Zhao family! My father is Zhao—"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Qi Liang fired three more shots at the ceiling!

Plaster chips fell in a flurry!

"Shut up."

Qi Liang's voice was icy:

"Say just one more word—"

The gun barrel slowly moved down, aiming at Zhao Mingxuan's knee:

"I'll make you crawl the rest of your life."

Zhao Zixuan felt as if his throat was being choked, all his words stuck in his throat, and his face turned red.

The other young men were so frightened that they huddled in the corner of the sofa, not daring to breathe.

"And these few too." Qi Liang glanced at them. "Take them with you."

"Everyone who is here tonight—"

"Take them all back for review."