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

It's 7 PM in Beijing.

The neon lights spread across the cold air, but they couldn't illuminate the shadows deep within people's hearts.

Those who have reached a certain level within the circle, on this night—

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

Deep within the inner palace, within the red walls.

We await the awakening of the sleeping dragon!

"The Dragon Kingdom is inviolable."

"Heroes...must be protected."

"Da Nei Nei is waiting for Zeng Linglong to wake up—to give the final results of the investigation."

Meanwhile, deep within several old houses.

Wu Family Study.

Grandpa Wu stood by the window, his back hunched.

His hands were trembling slightly.

The embers in the pipe flickered, reflecting the anxiety, fear, and last glimmer of hope etched on his face.

"Is she awake... or not?"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

"She's awake... This can be resolved..."

"Or... will it completely spiral out of control?"

The pipe slipped from his fingers, fell onto the carpet, and sparks flew up.

He was completely unaware.

The Chen residence, the Liu residence, and the He residence.

The three old men sat in armchairs, with tea that had long since gone cold in front of them.

Their eyes were empty, yet deep within them burned a flame on the verge of collapse.

Grandpa Chen tapped his fingers on the armrest in a disordered rhythm.

Grandpa Liu repeatedly wiped the lenses of his reading glasses, his movements mechanical.

Grandpa He stared at the calligraphy and painting of "Tranquility Leads to Far-Reaching Vision" on the wall, but a bitter, twisted smile appeared on his lips.

They are all waiting.

When the person who was temporarily asleep opened their eyes.

Waiting for his decision—

It's about letting this storm continue to fester and tear everything apart.

Let's press pause and leave a little breathing room.

And deep within their hearts lies a fear they themselves are unwilling to acknowledge:

Could the truth be an answer that none of them can bear?

Zeng Xu and Yan Fushan, two nuclear-level old men!

Like a volcano about to erupt!

They are waiting for Zeng Linglong to wake up!

Waiting for that final moment when the "nuclear launch button" is pressed.

General Liu's office.

Only one table lamp was on, dividing his face into light and shadow.

The red secure phone in his hand was slightly warm to the touch—he had just ended a brief but heavy conversation.

General Zhang sat on the opposite sofa, his brows furrowed, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees.

"After waking up..."

General Liu spoke slowly, his voice hoarse:

"It's controllable..."

"Or...is it uncontrollable?"

The two looked at each other.

There were no answers in their eyes.

Only unfathomable anxiety, and the unpredictable, overwhelming rage of the dragon about to awaken...

Military Region General Hospital, VIP ward floor.

aisle.

More than one hundred training team members were fully armed.

Bulletproof vest, tactical helmet, assault rifle, and a waist full of magazines and stun grenades.

They stood like statues cast in steel, with a sentry every five steps and a scout every ten.

From the elevator entrance to the ward door, an impenetrable human wall was erected.

Mountain Eagle stood in front of the main entrance to the ward.

His face was sharply defined under the cold white light of the corridor, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, scanning every direction.

Teng Ao and other scions of prominent families stood at the other end of the corridor.

They, too, had not slept all night; their eyes were sunken, but their backs were straight.

All eyes were focused on the tightly closed hospital room door.

They are waiting.

Waiting for the God in my heart.

Waiting for that forbidden taboo—

He walked out of the ward.

The Kong Family Residence.

Kong Zhuo stood on the terrace, a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it.

His gaze swept across half of Beijing, landing in the direction of the military general hospital.

The night breeze stirred the hem of his clothes.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions—awe, apprehension, and a hint of… barely perceptible relief.

The Luo family study.

A document lay open in front of Luo Haoran, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

His fingertips slowly drew circles on the table.

a circle.

Another lap.

It was as if they were rehearsing some unpredictable game of chess.

Finally, he stopped and let out a long breath.

"The world is about to change."

The sound was very soft, dissipating into the silence of the study.

Time: 7:50 PM.

Inside the intensive care unit.

The lights were dimmed to their lowest setting, and only the monitoring equipment emitted a regular, low-pitched "beep" sound.

Hospital bed.

Zeng Linglong's eyelids twitched slightly.

It's very mild.

Almost imperceptible.

But then—

suddenly--

Open your eyes!

Swish!

Those eyes suddenly opened in the dim light!

His pupils were initially unfocused and confused, reflecting the blurry shadows of the ceiling.

But just half a second later—

focus!

Like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years suddenly awakening, with magma churning, condensing, and boiling deep within our eyes!

His radar-like gaze swept over every corner of the room!

Left side of the hospital bed.

He Jing lay down by the bed and fell asleep.

But her hand was still tightly gripping her son's wrist.

She hadn't slept all night; her eyes were sunken, and her dark circles were like ink.

Right side of the hospital bed.

Zeng Lingyu sat in a chair, her head against the wall, and also fell into a light sleep.

Even in her sleep, her brows remained furrowed, her lips pressed into a pale line, and her fingers unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes—a sign of extreme unease.

Zeng Linglong's gaze lingered on his mother and sister's faces for three seconds.

three seconds.

very short.

But the violence, murderous intent, and hatred churning in those eyes—

Like a branding iron plunged into ice water, it hisses softly, rapidly cooling down, solidifying, and forcibly suppressed into the deepest abyss.

Instead, there was a very faint, almost imperceptible...

gentle.

His gaze shifted to his own body.

The gauze wrapped around the arm.

The wounds on both legs stung with the slightest movement.

This pain.

It has been with him since he can remember.

But at this moment—

The pain was a reminder to him.

Remind him what happened.

Remind him—

Hatred has long surpassed pain itself.

"Um……"

He let out a low groan and tried to move his legs.

The muscles pulled on the wound, and excruciating pain shot through my entire body like an electric shock.

His face was slightly distorted in the dim light.

But the look in his eyes—

Even colder.

Even sharper.

Like a tempered blade, it gleamed with a deadly cold light in the darkness.

At this time.

He Jing seemed to sense something, her body trembled, and she suddenly raised her head.

"Little Dragon?!"

Her voice was hoarse from just waking up, and filled with uncontrollable joy.

"You're awake?! You're finally awake!"

She practically collapsed to the bedside, her hands trembling as she stroked her son's face, tears welling up instantly.

Zeng Lingyu also woke up with a start and stood up abruptly:

"elder brother!"

Her voice was trembling with tears, but she forced them back and quickly walked to the bedside:

"You lost so much blood... How are you feeling now? Does your wound still hurt?"

Zeng Linglong looked at his mother and sister's anxious faces.

The warmth that had been forcibly suppressed surged up again from the depths of my heart.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint but genuine smile:

"Mom, Xiaoyu."

"I'm fine."

"Don't worry."

He Jing, however, was completely deaf to the noise. She had already turned around, grabbed a thermal container from the bedside table, and hurriedly opened the lid:

"Mom just made this soup for you at home!"

"Cordyceps, red dates, and black-boned chicken soup! It's great for replenishing qi and blood!"

"And these too—"

She then took out several lunchboxes from the bag and opened them one by one:

Steamed sea bass! Pork ribs with yam! Spinach and pork liver! These are all good for replenishing blood!

"You lost so much blood, you need to replenish it properly!"

Her movements were somewhat flustered, and she almost dropped the spoon.

Zeng Lingyu hurriedly took the soup bowl:

"Brother, I'll feed you."

Her eyes were red and swollen, but she tried to force a smile:

"You can't move around right now."

Zeng Linglong watched his mother and sister busily working.

Looking at the steaming soup in the insulated box.

Looking at the carefully prepared dishes in the lunchbox.

He was silent for two seconds.

Then, he nodded slightly.

"it is good."

He sat up and leaned against the headboard.

Zeng Lingyu carefully scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and brought it to his lips.

Zeng Linglong lowered his head and drank it.

The warm broth slid down my esophagus, carrying the fragrance of herbs and the taste of home.

A warm current spread from my stomach to my limbs and bones.

But he drank very slowly.

Each bite felt like swallowing a kind of resolve.

When the last spoonful of soup was finished.

He took the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat.

The action is fast.

But he wasn't in a sorry state.

Each bite was chewed carefully, as if replenishing energy, or perhaps preparing for what was to come—

Fight, conserve energy.

He Jing and Zeng Lingyu stood by the bed, watching him eat, their eyes filled with heartache and worry.

Five minutes later.

Finish all the food.

Zeng Linglong put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Then--

I threw back the covers and got out of bed.

"Xiaolong! What are you doing?!" He Jing hurriedly grabbed him. "The doctor said you need to stay in bed for at least three days!"

Zeng Lingyu panicked: "Brother! Your wound hasn't healed yet!"

Zeng Linglong gently pushed his mother's hand away.

His movements were light, yet carried an undeniable power.

"Mom, I'm really okay."

He stood on the ground and stretched his neck, shoulders, and waist.

A sharp pain shot through the wound.

Every movement felt like being cut by a knife.

But his face remained expressionless.

Only deep within his eyes, the icy, piercing light grew ever stronger.

He walked to the window.

Looking out the window at the night view of Beijing.

Neon lights flashed, cars flowed like a river, a scene of bustling prosperity and tranquility.

But what was reflected in his pupils was—

dark.

A bloody revenge.

And the towering waves that are about to be unleashed...

He turned around and looked at his mother and sister:

"Mom, Xiaoyu, you haven't slept all night, go and get some rest."

"I have some things to take care of."

He Jing opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But she looked into her son's eyes—

calm.

Yet it is as deep as an abyss.

It seemed as if a ferocious beast would burst forth from it and devour everything at any moment.

In the end, she simply nodded, her voice choked with emotion:

"Okay...okay...be careful...don't get hurt again..."

Zeng Lingyu bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back.

"Brother... the capital is in complete chaos now."

She quickly recounted how Wu Jun and others were attacked, how old men like Wu and Chen wanted to see Zeng Linglong, and how old man Zeng Xu refused.

Finally, she took a deep breath:

"Xiaoya and Ye Feng... have been waiting for you outside the door."

Zeng Linglong nodded.

He walked up to his mother and gently hugged her.

The movements were very gentle.

But that hug caused He Jing's tears to flow again.

Then, he patted his sister on the shoulder:

"Go and keep Mom company while she rests."

"Leave things here to me."

Done.

He turned and walked towards the ward door.

Every step was taken steadily.

The wound on my leg throbbed with every step I took.

But this kind of pain—

It has now become fuel.

It ignited the pent-up emotion within him that had been suppressed for almost a whole day and night…

The fire of revenge.

The moment he reached out and grasped the doorknob.

His eyes had completely changed.

The last vestige of warmth has vanished.

Instead, there was a cold, violent, and deathly gaze—

The meaning of the ruling.

"Click."

The door was pulled open.