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

Fang Rong and Jiang Tianhua were even more audacious; they led their men directly to Luo Haoran and Kong Zhuo's residence.

The Luo family residence.

This is the residence of Luo Haoran's grandfather, Old Master Luo.

A guard company was stationed outside the mansion, with strict sentry posts.

now--

"Halt! Military restricted area! Do not approach!"

The sentry raised his gun and aimed it at the convoy of five military vehicles ahead.

The door of the lead car was pushed open.

Fang Rong jumped off the car.

Behind him, more than 30 training team members got off the vehicle with guns and quickly formed a combat formation.

"Get out of the way," Fang Rong said calmly.

"Repeated! Military restricted area! Please leave immediately! Otherwise we will take necessary measures!" The sentry's finger was already on the trigger guard.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense!

The two sides were locked in a gun standoff!

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, ready to explode at any moment!

Inside the courtyard, the lights suddenly came on.

Grandpa Luo, escorted by two bodyguards, walked out quickly, wearing a military overcoat.

The old man was over seventy years old, but he stood up straight and had eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Upon seeing the standoff at the door, his face instantly turned ashen!

"presumptuous--!!!"

An old yet majestic and solemn roar resounded!

Old Luo walked to the sentry post, his gaze piercing Fang Rong like a knife:

"Which unit are you from?!"

"Do you even know where you are?!"

"Do you even realize that your current actions are enough to warrant ten court-martials?! Enough to be prosecuted as treason?!"

Fang Rong remained expressionless as he faced the old man.

But he was, after all, a retired soldier from China, and Luo Lao still respected him.

He took a black badge from his breast pocket and handed it to a sentry next to him:

"Let your commander see this."

Who are we?

The sentry took it and presented it to Old Luo with both hands.

Mr. Luo opened the documents—

His pupils suddenly contracted!

On the document:

Name: Fang Rong

Subordinate to: Special Operations Unit directly under the General Staff Department

Rank: Major

Access Level: Top Secret

Special Note: National Class-A Combat Hero, enjoying the same level of security as a general.

Old Luo's fingers trembled slightly.

He looked up and re-examined the young man in front of him.

He had a vague recollection of it.

During the last successful rescue of hostages from Country D in the Middle East, the highest-ranking officials showed him top-secret files.

The members of that mysterious squad, regarded by both the Imperial Household Agency and the military as a "national treasure".

Each and every one of them is a war machine that has truly crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Old Luo's anger subsided slightly.

But the voice remained stern:

"Who...ordered you to come?"

Fang Rong took back the documents, his tone indifferent:

"No orders."

"We came on our own."

"What?!?"

Luo Lao's anger was reignited!

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"

He growled at the guard beside him, "Get General Liu! Immediately! Right now!"

The guard quickly dialed a satellite encrypted phone and handed it to Mr. Luo.

The call was connected.

"General Liu!" Before the other party could speak, Old Luo's voice boomed like thunder:

"You've led some good soldiers! They dared to barge into my residence!"

"Do you even know what kind of nature this is?!"

"This is going to cause internal strife—!!"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Liu's voice was visibly tired and helpless:

"Mr. Luo...please calm down."

"You're calling at this hour... I roughly know what happened."

"It's not just on your end..."

Old Liu paused, his voice heavy:

"Tonight, the entire capital city... is in chaos."

Old Luo was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Over the phone, Old Liu quickly recounted everything that had happened that night in the most concise language: Zeng Linglong's assassination attempt, Yan Ruge's serious injury from taking a bullet, the foreign assassin, suspicions of an inside agent, the complete lockdown of the area within three kilometers of Shangyi Residence, and the Dragon Return Squad's mad revenge.

Old Luo gripped the receiver, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Especially when they heard that "the only survivor was silenced" and "the inside man is in the capital, and his status is definitely not low"—

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from his back.

"Old Luo," Old Liu's voice was earnest.

"I know Haoran is a kid, he would never collude with foreign forces."

"But given the current situation... everyone who had contact with Zeng Linglong tonight must be investigated."

Now, those old guys in the inner circle and our military have all handed over authority to them. Although their behavior has been somewhat extreme, it's at least still within control. They've practically gone mad. So please, Elder Luo, don't try to treat them with any rules or regulations.

"This isn't targeting the Luo family; it's a necessary procedure to clear their names."

"If Haoran doesn't go with them tonight..."

Old Liu lowered his voice, carrying a hint of warning:

"Old Zeng and Old Yan are like two volcanoes that could erupt at any moment."

"If they suspect the Luo family is intentionally covering for someone..."

"If this gets to the imperial court... even if the Luo family is innocent, they won't be able to defend themselves."

"What's even harder to control is that once these lunatics go crazy, you know what will happen without me having to tell you."

Old Luo fell silent.

He held the receiver and looked into the distance—Fang Rong was still standing there, his eyes calm, yet filled with unwavering determination.

He then looked to his side—his grandson Luo Haoran was already being protected by two guards behind him, his eyes blank.

for a long time.

Old Luo took a deep breath.

"I see."

He hung up the phone.

Heading towards Fang Rong.

"You can take the person with you."

Old Luo's voice was old and weary:

"But I have one request—"

"The review process must be compliant with regulations."

"If Haoran is innocent... you must release him immediately and issue a public clarification."

Fang Rong nodded:

"As long as he cooperates, he will be sent back immediately after the investigation is completed."

Old Luo turned around and looked at his grandson:

"Haoran, go with them."

"Tell the truth, don't be afraid."

Luo Haoran's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

He's still completely bewildered; how did he end up getting himself involved just by showing his support?

Two training team members stepped forward, without using cable ties, but simply gestured for him to get in the car.

Luo Haoran took one last look at his grandfather before getting into the military vehicle.

The convoy drove away.

Old Luo stood at the gate of the house, watching the taillights disappear into the distance, remaining motionless for a long time.

The night wind ruffled his gray hair.

This elderly man, who had spent his life navigating the political arena, felt a sense of powerlessness he hadn't experienced in a long time.

And at this moment—

Similar scenes are playing out simultaneously throughout Beijing.

Kong Zhuo was "invited" away from his home by Jiang Tianhua.

The other dozen or so scions of prominent families who had contact with Zeng Linglong that night were "assisted in the investigation" by other members of the Dragon Return Squad.

The entire elite social circle of Beijing was like a pond tossed with a giant boulder—

The waves were surging, and people were filled with anxiety.

however.

Several people were not taken away.

Wu Jun.

Chen Yifeng.

And several other scions of prominent families who had a clear feud with Zeng Linglong.

It's not that the Dragon Return Squad forgot about them.

But -

Death itself has named them.

now.

Wu Jun sat in his unlit office, watching the messages constantly flashing on the screen of his communication device.

A cold, almost gleeful smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"What a mess..."

"The more chaotic, the better..."

He muttered to himself, his fingers tapping lightly on the table:

"Wait until you've investigated all the 'innocent' people..."

"Only then will you realize—"

"The real shadow has been hidden right under your noses all along."

He picked up his wine glass.

The red wine in the glass, illuminated by the cold light of the screen, resembled thick, sticky blood.

He was unaware that he was also under investigation, and that Death himself had personally selected him for investigation.

And outside the window—

Six ghostly black figures had already infiltrated six different luxury mansions.

Their target is precisely those "fish that slipped through the net".

Death's "Order of Fear" is about to begin—

They will be fulfilled one by one.

The night is still long.

A bloody storm erupted in the capital...

It's only just begun, the first tile has been lifted.