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

It was noon in the capital city.

When news of widespread public discontent in Haining Province and tens of thousands of people besieging the inspection points spread like wildfire through encrypted channels to the ears of various powerful families—

The air in the top floors of the entire capital city seemed to freeze instantly.

At this moment, all the members of the powerful and wealthy families felt as if they had been struck by lightning—their hairs stood on end!

They finally understood that Mr. Zeng Rong's statement yesterday seemed to be a show of weakness.

The key point was actually lighting the explosive fuse! But the epicenter of the explosion was in Haining Province!

What kind of technique is this? Using minimal force to deflect a great force? Is it like striking a bull from a distance?

Grandpa Zeng did not use any means or power!

With just a simple, casual statement, the Wu family and those other families were plunged into dire straits!

Did Zeng Rong actually draw his sword? On the surface, he didn't!

But he didn't draw his sword, yet Haining Province exploded, and then the entire Haining Province threw bombs at the Wu family and their associates!

The Wu family and others will have to pay the price for the catastrophic consequences of the explosion!

In other words, Zeng Ronghui used a sleight of hand to shift the actual detonation point to the Wu, Chen, Liu, and He families.

So that no one can find a single fault with it.

The Wu family ancestral home, the council hall.

The fingers of old man Wu Jingzhong, holding the urgent secret report, began to tremble uncontrollably.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear.

Rather, it is a kind of awakening that comes after being manipulated by a more sophisticated hunter—

A bone-chilling cold.

"I see……"

His dry lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.

Those shrewd eyes that had once wielded considerable influence in the political arena for decades were now wide open, reflecting not the words on the paper, but Zeng Rong's seemingly calm yet unfathomable face.

"Yesterday's statement... was not a sign of weakness."

"It's... the fuse."

He struck a match... and touched it lightly.

Old Master Wu slowly raised his head, glancing around at the three other old men in the hall, Chen, He, and Liu, whose faces were equally pale. Every word he uttered seemed to have been pulled from an ice cave:

"And then... Haining, a thousand miles away..."

"It exploded."

boom--!!!

These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's mind!

Only now did they finally understand—

Zeng Rong's seemingly "retirement" statement was not a defensive retreat at all!

That was a step...

Across a chessboard thousands of miles away, it fell lightly, yet directly detonated the enemy's powder keg deep within their territory—

Lore!

"Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect..."

Old Master Chen muttered to himself, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered.

The scalding hot tea splashed onto his trouser legs, but he was completely unaware.

"No...this is..."

His voice was distorted by extreme shock:

"This is like hitting a cow from across a mountain... it's like a divine shift!"

That's right!

Zeng Rong did not use any direct power to oppress them, did not mobilize a single soldier, and did not even confront them head-on in the capital, the main battlefield.

He casually tossed out a spark—the statement that "the Zeng family is scared, the whole family is retiring."

Then, this spark, following the tinder of public opinion that had been buried long ago, burned all the way to Haining Province, thousands of miles away, igniting the explosives of Long Yu's withdrawal of investment and setting off the anger of tens of thousands of people!

Finally, all the shockwaves, all the debris, all the devastating consequences of this explosion—

They were all "moved" back by an invisible force!

It crashed heavily onto the heads of the Wu, Chen, He, and Liu families!

Zeng Rong was standing right there...

Grandpa Liu stared blankly into the void, as if he could see the old man standing in the courtyard, hands behind his back, smiling:

He would smile and say to you: "Yes, I lit Mars."

"But how did it get blown up on you when you were thousands of miles away?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

Old Master Liu's voice, mimicking the infuriating tone of Zeng Xu in his imagination, was distorted by fear:

"That must be... divine punishment."

"You've done so many bad things, you deserve this calamity."

"puff--!"

Grandpa Wu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He felt a lump in his throat, his vision went black, and he swayed, almost falling over!

"Old Wu!"

"dad!"

People nearby hurriedly helped him up.

Old Master Wu gripped the armrests of the armchair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force, and his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows!

He opened his mouth wide, trying to breathe, but the air felt like poisonous cotton wool, blocking his trachea, impossible to swallow or spit out!

humiliation!

Is there any humiliation more extreme than this?!

To be schemed against like a fool, to have the most "elegant" way of putting the dirtiest pot on your head, and yet you can't find a single reason to resist!

Because they didn't even lift a finger!

It is "public opinion" and "the will of the people" that are taking action!