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

"hehe……"

The demon's laughter was like that of an owl:

"Wrong again."

"It's time..."

"24 o'clock... plus four o'clock..."

"It's only four in the morning, isn't it?"

"And it's just past 4 a.m. now, which is your time of death."

Wu Jun's expression was completely distorted!

Who the hell came up with this question?! It's way too tricky!!

However, before he could even complain—

The demon in front of them suddenly raised its cleaver!

The blade flashed, drawing a pale arc in the darkness!

It slammed down hard on his head!

"No--!!!"

Wu Jun let out the most piercing scream of his life!

His eyes were tightly shut!

The excruciating pain of waiting for my head to be split open—

Only the top of my head felt cool.

A few strands of hair fell onto his trembling eyelids.

Wu Jun suddenly opened his eyes!

Raise your hand to touch the top of your head—

A smooth bald patch.

The knife only shaved off the hair in the middle of his head.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Wu Jun slumped in his chair, panting heavily as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

But the fear is not over yet.

The evil spirit took out a roll of black electrical tape.

With his left hand, he grabbed Wu Jun's throat and roughly shoved a pill into his mouth. With his right hand, he ripped off the duct tape and tightly wrapped it around Wu Jun's mouth and eyes.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

Speech was completely taken away.

Their vision was completely taken away.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Jun felt his hands being pulled up from the handrail and locked to both sides of the handrail with handcuff-like straps.

Both feet were also tied to the chair legs.

Completely incapacitated.

"Oh……"

The demon's voice became shrill and hoarse:

Suddenly I feel...

"I'll cut off your head..."

"It's hard to find the King of Hell's place."

"still……"

"Drain your blood...it would be better."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Wu Jun felt—

My right wrist was lightly scratched by a sharp object.

The subtle sensation of skin cracking.

Immediately afterwards, the same spot on his left wrist was also cut open.

Cold liquid slowly flowed from the two wounds.

Dripping.

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

The drip went towards the trash can Ye Feng had found in the room.

The sound was very soft, but in the absolute darkness and silence, it was as clear as a death knell.

Wu Jun trembled all over.

Unable to see, unable to speak, unable to move.

He felt life leaving his body, drop by drop, along with his blood.

Ye Feng stood in front of Wu Jun, who was bound and blindfolded, and stared at him silently for three seconds.

Then turn around.

Start quickly searching the room.

The hidden compartment behind the bookshelf—when opened—contains only some insignificant financial documents.

Wall cavities – tap to check, solid.

Under the floor – no abnormalities found.

No clues or evidence were found.

But Ye Feng was not surprised.

As Xiaoya mentioned before, Wu Jun is quite cautious and wouldn't keep any fatal weaknesses around him.

He walked to the corner of the room and took out six button-sized wireless listening devices from his waist bag.

A sticker is placed between the books on the top shelf.

Stick one on the inside of the chandelier shade.

Stick one on the back of the air conditioner's air outlet filter.

Hidden recess at the bottom of the desk - stick one there.

Wu Jun's seat under bracket - one sticker.

Finally, he walked behind Wu Jun and gently attached the last ultra-thin listening patch to the inside of Wu Jun's collar at the back of his neck.

Network monitoring is complete.

Ye Feng took one last look at Wu Jun.

The usually ruthless and calm tyrant was now trembling like a lamb to the slaughter, bound to a chair.

The two "wounds" on his wrist were actually just shallow cuts made by Ye Feng with a special low-temperature blade, covered with a blood-like warming gel.

When the gel comes into contact with air, it will slowly "flow" and drip, simulating the effect of bleeding.

However, the actual amount of bleeding is less than 5 milliliters, and it will coagulate after ten minutes.

Psychological fear is far more deadly than physical harm.

Ye Feng walked towards the door.

It was pulled open silently.

He flashed out.

He gently closed the door back into place with his backhand.

In the corridor, the four bodyguards remained unconscious.

But he should wake up in about two hours.

Ye Feng did not linger and retreated along the same route.

His figure blended into the darkness of the courtyard.

Over the wall.

disappear.

At the same time, in the operating room of the military region's general hospital.

The corridor was already packed with people.

Li Weiguo stood in the corner, his face grave, constantly making and receiving phone calls to coordinate with various parties.

Zeng Linglong's maternal grandparents—two elderly people with white hair—sat on a bench, silently shedding tears, supported by their daughter He Jing.

Teng Ao, Yan Hai, Su Manqi, and other young people close to Yan Ruge stood against the wall, their eyes red and their expressions anxious.

Young Master Hu also arrived. He leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, brows furrowed, and unusually, he didn't say a word.

Dozens of other scions of prominent families who had attended Zeng Linglong's homecoming banquet that evening also arrived one after another.

They stood a little distance away, talking in hushed tones, their eyes filled with a mixture of worry, lingering fear, and a hint of... relief.

I'm glad I wasn't selected as a "subject of investigation" by the Dragon Returns team.

I'm so glad I escaped tonight's bloody storm that swept through the capital.

At the end of the corridor, in front of the operating room.

Zeng Linglong remained seated in the same chair.

He had changed into a clean hospital gown, and the wounds on his left arm and legs had been re-bandaged.

His face was still pale, but his eyes had regained their composure.

But beneath that calm lies a bottomless abyss, slowly surging like volcanic magma—

Murderous intent.

He stood very straight, his gaze fixed on the red light above the operating room door.

Ru Ge...

You must hold on.

Wait until I get to the person who hurt you...

Send them all to hell.

The corridor was unusually quiet despite being crowded.

The only sounds were suppressed breathing and the occasional faint beeping of instruments from the operating room.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for a result.

Waiting for one—

It could completely ignite the entire capital city...

The final answer.

Outside the window, the sky was gradually brightening.

But the dark clouds hanging over this hospital and this city...

But it's getting stronger and stronger.