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

Time: 2:00 AM, Mountain Forest Base, Interrogation Room.

The stark white light poured down from above, illuminating the six separate interrogation rooms like sterile operating rooms.

Interrogation Room Number One.

Wu Jun sat in a specially made alloy interrogation chair.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were sunken.

Across from them, Ye Feng and Qi Liang sat side by side.

Ye Feng placed his hands on the table, his eyes as cold as ice, silently staring at Wu Jun as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Qi Liang leaned back slightly, his fingertips rhythmically tapping the table, making soft "tap, tap" sounds, each sound like a tap on Wu Jun's nerves on the verge of collapse.

"Wu Jun".

Qi Liang spoke, his voice calm:

"That satellite phone, is it for your personal use?"

Wu Jun's body trembled violently, his pupils contracted, but he immediately retorted in a hoarse voice:

"What phone? I don't know! You must have made a mistake—you've arrested the wrong person!"

Ye Feng slowly raised his hand and picked up a transparent evidence bag from the table.

Inside was the encrypted satellite phone.

He pushed the evidence bag in front of Wu Jun. Through the plastic, the dim light from the screen reflected in Wu Jun's suddenly dilated pupils.

Do you know him?

Ye Feng's voice was completely flat.

Wu Jun's heart pounded wildly, his blood rushed to his head, and then instantly turned cold!

He clenched his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, using the pain to force himself to calm down.

"No, I don't recognize this phone! There are tons of these! You're not trying to frame me, are you?!"

Qi Liang suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it made the hairs on Wu Jun's body stand on end.

"frame?"

Qi Liang leaned forward, his hands resting on the table, his gaze fixed on Wu Jun's eyes like a venomous snake before its prey.

"There are your fingerprints on it... Do you want me to confirm it for you?"

"Although Wu Jun was flustered, he was good at grasping details; the other party probably had no evidence to prove the phone belonged to them!"

"Even if you have your own fingerprints, it depends on the phone's contents. As long as it's not decrypted, you can just deny it."

He desperately suppressed his wildly beating emotions, chuckled, and said, "My phone is on me. I don't know where this phone came from."

"But it's definitely not mine."

Qi Liang slammed his hand on the table—"Whether 'Wu Jun' is your phone or not, you can't deny it."

The fingerprint is unique, and this phone has a very strong 'encryption system'—can you tell me why you would use such a strong encryption system?

Wu Jun had recovered from the panic of the violent arrest!

His expression was very calm at this moment!

Oh! This phone even has an encryption system...!

Deciphering is your business! I, Wu Jun—as the eldest son of the Wu family—do everything...and transmit information that is entirely aboveboard!

I would like to ask, is it necessary for me to use encryption?

Furthermore, I was suddenly captured by you, and I still don't know why.

Using a random cell phone as a pretext? I'm not an ordinary citizen; I want an explanation.

Why are you arresting me on charges of treason?

"On what grounds have I, Wu Jun... and my Wu family, betrayed the country? What evidence do you have? If you fabricate facts at will, even your highest military command cannot bear the consequences."

He was gambling—gambling that the other party hadn't actually decrypted the phone!

As long as it hasn't been decrypted yet!

That leaves room for maneuver!

Wu Jun believed that his grandfather and his family would definitely put pressure on the highest levels and the military, and that no one in China could convict him without solid evidence.

Just then—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Outside the interrogation room, there was a heavy, urgent knocking!

An intelligence officer pushed open the door and entered, his face grave. He quickly walked to Ye Feng's side and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Qi Liang also put away his cold smile, and his eyes became sharp.

Wu Jun, as if grasping at a straw, suddenly looked up, his heart screaming:

"It was my grandfather! It must have been my grandfather who pressured them to keep it secret! They have no evidence at all!!"

Ye Feng slowly stood up, walked to Wu Jun, and looked down at him.

There was no anger or threat in his eyes, only a bottomless, despairing calm.

"Wu Jun".

His voice was soft, yet it struck like a heavy hammer:

"The game has only just begun."

"My boss's blood feud—I will avenge it."

"You, and the person behind you..."

"Not one of them can escape."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly out of the interrogation room with Qi Liang.

The door slammed shut behind me.

Watching them leave and the door close, Wu Jun's suspicions were further confirmed, and a cold, venomous glint appeared in his eyes—

He gripped the handle tightly, a vicious roar escaping his lips!

Zeng Linglong—Today's grudges and humiliations will be repaid tenfold...

At the same time.

The Wu family ancestral home, the council hall.

The lights were on full display, as bright as day.

The heavy mahogany gate was tightly shut, but the roars and the sound of shattering porcelain coming from inside could be faintly heard across the courtyard.

"Bang—!! Crash—!!"

Another priceless set of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain tea set was smashed to the ground by Mr. Wu Jingzhong!

Fragments flew everywhere, and scalding hot tea spilled onto the expensive carpet, leaving a large, dark stain.

Old Master Wu's chest heaved violently, his face turned ashen, and the veins on his neck bulged out like twisted earthworms!

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the Wu family members who had come to deliver the message, bowing low and trembling.

"The military...is arresting people?!"

His voice was hoarse and distorted with extreme anger:

"Arrest my grandson! Arrest the future of the Wu family!!"

"Who gave them the audacity?! Who gave them the orders?!"

"Zeng Linglong...Zeng Xu...The Zeng family!!"

He turned around abruptly and slammed his palm hard on the rosewood table next to him!

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!!"

Old Master Wu's eyes were bloodshot from rage, and his voice was hoarse like that of a wounded old beast.

"The military arrested him?! What kind of ridiculous reason is that?! Suspected of terrorist attack? Colluding with foreign forces?!"

"My grandson, Wu Jingzhong's eldest grandson of the Wu family! And Chen'er and Qian'er! Overnight, they were all snatched away like dogs by that brat Zeng Linglong!!"

"Does he even respect the law?! Does he even care about us old folks?!"

He suddenly stood up, swaying slightly from excitement, and those around him quickly supported him.

"The Zeng family! Zeng Xu! Zeng Linglong! You don't play by the rules! You don't follow the script! Do you really think my Wu family is made of clay?! Do you really think Wu Jingzhong is too old to wield a knife?!"

"Okay...okay...okay!!"

Grandpa Wu said "good" three times in a row, each word like a shard of ice bursting from between his teeth:

"Since you're going to flip the table, don't blame us for smashing it to pieces!"

Inside the hall, all the core members of the Wu family were silent and pale.

They had never seen the old man so furious and so out of control.

Wu Jun's father, Wu Zhenpeng, the eldest son of the Wu family, was ashen-faced, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his flesh.

Old Master Wu took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his surging anger, but the murderous intent in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

He walked to the main chair and slowly sat down.

His back was straight, as if he had transformed back into the shrewd strategist who had manipulated the political scene for decades.

Then—she abruptly turned her head to look at the butler standing to the side, her voice resolute:

"Give me my phone!"

"Contact immediately—Liu Xingguang of the Liu family! He Minquan of the He family! Chen Guoqing of the Chen family!"

"Their family members have been arrested too! I refuse to believe they can swallow this insult!"

After half an hour.

An emergency encrypted video conference, spanning four companies, was connected late at night.

On the screen, the faces of Grandpa Liu, Grandpa He, and Grandpa Chen were all equally gloomy, their eyes burning with the rage of having their wrath violated.

Wu Jingzhong spoke to the screen, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, yet filled with fervor and ruthlessness:

"My old friends! You've all seen what happened!"

"That brat from the Zeng family is lawless and has used this as an excuse to illegally arrest several of our direct descendants using military force! This is clearly a purge of dissidents! It's retaliation!"

"The reasons they gave are absurd! Terrorist attack? Collusion with foreign forces? Where's the evidence?! Without evidence, it's an abuse of power! It's trampling on the law!"

"If we tolerate this today, they'll be able to shit on our heads tomorrow!"

Old Master Liu (Liu Xingguang) spoke slowly, his eyes sharp: "Old Wu is right. This matter must not be let go. Although the Liu family is not as powerful as the Zeng family in the military, we will not tolerate our children being humiliated and arrested like this."

Old Master He (He Minquan) tapped his fingers on the table and said coldly, "Since they don't follow the rules, we don't need to be polite either."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Old Master Chen's (Chen Guoqing) eyes, but thinking of his grandson Chen Yifeng still being held by the other party, and of the family's reputation, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Join forces to exert pressure! The prisoner must be released immediately, the Zeng family must issue a public apology, and Zeng Linglong must be severely punished!"

The four-party alliance was formed instantly.

A massive pressure network, targeting the Zeng family, the military, and even the inner palace, quietly unfolded in the dead of night!

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The confidential phone lines of the Imperial Household Agency, the General Staff Department of the military, the Zeng family's old residence... all the relevant departments started ringing like crazy!

The content is almost identical:

"We demand the immediate release of Wu Jun, Chen Yifeng, and others!"

"We demand to see legal evidence! Otherwise, this is purging dissidents and retaliation!"

"We demand that Zeng Linglong and his subordinates immediately cease all acts of overstepping their authority and submit to investigation!"

"Otherwise, we will use all legal means and resources to pursue this matter to the end!"

The tone was harsh, the wording was severe, and it even carried a threat of mutual destruction!

Their words were sharp as knives, hitting the nail on the head.

The responses on the other end of the phone were almost identical:

"This matter involves Comrade Zeng Linglong being seriously injured in an attack, and Comrade Yan Ruge being shot and in critical condition. It also involves national security and terrorist attacks."

"Wu Jun and others are highly suspected and may be involved in collusion with foreign terrorist forces."

"An urgent interrogation and verification is underway. Please trust the organization; it will act in accordance with the law."

"Trust the organization?!"

Several old men, each in their own courtyard, spoke sternly into the microphone:

"I have dedicated my life to this country! I have lived up to the expectations of the nation, the organization, and the people!"

"But now, right under my nose, my grandson was taken away by the army—by Zeng Linglong's men—like a criminal!"

"There isn't even a clear charge against them!"

Four retired, incredibly powerful elderly people, in a very short time—

Joint pressure!

We demand an explanation at all costs!

If no explanation can be given, then the Zeng family and Zeng Linglong are acting lawlessly and eliminating dissidents by relying on their military achievements and background!