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

At the entrance of a ward in the General Hospital of the Military Region.

The corridor lights stretched Mr. Zeng Rong's tall, pine-like back into a long shadow.

He slowly turned around to face his grandson, Zeng Linglong.

Those eyes, which had seen through countless conspiracies and schemes, now gleamed with a mischievous glint, almost like those of a naughty child.

He beckoned.

Zeng Linglong leaned down slightly and brought his ear close to his grandfather's lips.

Zeng Rong's voice was extremely low, like a whisper, yet every word was like a nail:

"Show weakness to the enemy."

Longyu Group

"Keep your sharp edge hidden."

"Let him/her jump first."

"The higher you jump..."

The old man paused, his breath warm as he brushed against Zeng Linglong's earlobe:

The harder the fall, the better.

Zeng Linglong's eyes lit up when he heard the second sentence!

That light was not one of surprise or sudden realization, but rather a sharp, keen gleam of understanding and shared purpose, a light that came from a worthy opponent!

Who is he?

Zero, the mercenary king who crawled out of hell and takes charge of Zero Squad!

Having survived to this day amidst the complex international covert wars, their intellect, strategy, and insight into human nature and the situation have long been honed to perfection!

Grandpa only gave me five words, seventeen characters in total.

In an instant, it was as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened!

In the latter half of the entire layout, those previously somewhat blurry placement points instantly became as clear as a mirror!

Feigning weakness to lure the enemy in – not true weakness, but bait to draw them in.

Concealing one's sharpness in one's sheath—the true killing move is to strike when the enemy has stretched out their neck as close as possible.

Let them jump first—the clowns only reveal their most flaws when they're jumping around the stage the most.

Longyu Group – is the ultimate weapon.

The higher you jump, the harder you fall—this is a law of physics, and even more so an ironclad rule of political maneuvering!

Zeng Linglong slowly straightened up.

He looked into his grandfather's all-knowing eyes.

A faint, yet chillingly sinister, curve slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his right hand and extended his thumb.

He gently shook his head at Zeng Rong.

"grandfather……"

His voice was soft, yet it carried undisguised admiration and a burning desire to kill:

"high……"

"That's really impressive."

Looking at his grandson's sly "I understand you" expression, Grandpa Zeng Rong's wrinkles smoothed out, revealing a rare, roguish smile.

That wasn't the laugh of a senile old man, but the gratification and pride of an old hunter seeing his best young cub finally grasp the essence of hunting.

"Then..."

Zeng Rong patted his grandson's shoulder lightly, but with a weighty entrustment in his voice:

"Let's do it the way we agreed."

"This time, it's a powerful alliance."

"Look at them..."

The old man's gaze suddenly turned as cold as the Siberian wind:

"How will you die?"

Zeng Linglong nodded emphatically, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

One hour later.

The Zeng family courtyard house, study.

Grandpa Zeng Rong sat upright in his armchair, with his other grandson, Zeng Xuan, standing in front of him.

At this moment, Zeng Xuan stood there somewhat awkwardly, wondering why his grandfather had suddenly summoned him for a private audience.

"Xuan'er".

Zeng Rong spoke, his voice calm.

"Wait a minute, your sister Xiaoyu will transfer two billion to your bank account."

"what?"

Zeng Xuan was taken aback, thinking he had misheard.

Two billion? Xiaoyu transferred it to me? Where would she get that much money? Why?

Zeng Rong seemed oblivious to his surprise and continued:

"This money is ten times the return Xiaolong gave Xiaoyu last time."

"Our family invested 200 million yuan in Xiaolong's Longyu Group in the early stages."

"Xiaolong returned 2.2 billion."

"Xiaoya also added an extra 3 billion to Xiaoyu."

He paused, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips:

"Your sister is quite wealthy now."

Zeng Xuan was stunned!

Two and a half billion? Three billion? My cousin's rate of return... even robbing a bank wouldn't be this fast! Xiaoyu's become a rich woman?

Before he could even process this astonishing information, Zeng Xu's next words completely shut him down—

"Now, I command you."

Zeng Rong's voice suddenly turned somber:

"Spread the word immediately—you're going to be buying up properties in the capital."

"I only want the expensive ones, not the cheap ones."

"Tell everyone that Xiaoyu transferred this two billion to you."

"in addition--"

The old man's gaze, like a searchlight, locked onto Zeng Xuan:

"Starting today, you're free to go on a spending spree."

"These past two days, we've been spending money like crazy."

"Be as spoiled as you can be... that's how it is."

"ah……?!"

Zeng Xuan was completely dumbfounded!

His eyes widened, and his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg!

He pointed to his nose, then to his ears, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Grandpa...I...I...ah?"

His voice trembled with shock and confusion.

"You asked Xiaoyu to transfer two billion to me..."

"And then... you want me to... go on a spending spree?!"

What kind of myth is this?!

Didn't Grandpa hate his children's extravagance and indulgence the most? Didn't he always emphasize diligence, thrift, and humility?

Why did he personally order me to be a spendthrift today?!

Zeng Rong glared at him, annoyed, at his dazed expression.

"You good-for-nothing!"

"Do whatever Grandpa tells you to do!"

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"Okay, okay...!"

Zeng Xuan was startled by his grandfather's glare and nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

Although he didn't understand his grandfather's deeper meaning, he was clear about one thing—his grandfather's orders had to be obeyed unconditionally!

and……

He carefully considered this "task".

Wasteful brat? Prodigal son?

Was it personally authorized by Grandpa?!

This is probably unique in the entire circle of prominent families in Beijing; it's absolutely one of a kind!

Moreover...

Zeng Xuan's eyes slowly brightened, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up uncontrollably.

This task... seems to have no difficulty at all!

He had seen plenty of the spoiled brats in Beijing's social circles!

There's no need to act at all; just be yourself a little!

"Okay...!"

Zeng Xuan's face instantly broke into a bright, almost silly smile. He gave his grandfather a strange, awkward salute, then turned and ran away!

With light, quick steps, he disappeared outside the study door in the blink of an eye.

That silhouette looked exactly like that of a foolish young man who had received a tremendous benefit.

Zeng Rong looked in the direction where his grandson had disappeared, and the seriousness on his face slowly faded.

He slowly stood up and walked to the window.

The gaze is cast toward the outside of the courtyard house, onto the seemingly calm but actually turbulent Beijing skyline.

"Guards."

He called out in a deep voice.

A ramrod straight-backed guard with sharp eyes entered in response and stood at attention, ready to receive orders.

Zeng Rong did not turn around; his voice was calm, carrying a resolute determination that severed all hesitation.

"Leaking information in my name."

"Just say—"

He paused, each word falling like a drop of ice:

"My son, Zeng Qiang, has been subjected to an unfair investigation."

My heart is completely cold.

"My grandson and his future granddaughter-in-law were nearly killed in a terrorist attack."

"The Zeng family... is scared."

"We can't afford to offend... certain families, certain forces."

"So, this time, regardless of whether there's anything wrong or not, let Zeng Qiang... retire early."

"Furthermore, all members of the Zeng family, all those who have been subjected to unfair investigations or suspended from their duties..."

Zeng Rong's voice suddenly rose, carrying a tragic yet resolute power:

"Whether a problem is found later or not—"

"All of you, resign first! Or, retire early!"

"Everyone in Zeng Rong's lineage has acted uprightly and behaved honestly!"

"Since someone's targeting us, fine—"

He turned abruptly, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing the void:

"Bring them all back!"

"Peace of mind in retirement!"