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

The quiet room in the Zeng family courtyard.

Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan sat facing each other.

A half-finished game of chess in the middle, two cups of tea.

Yan Fushan placed the black piece down with a crisp "snap," then clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell:

"Hahaha! Old Zeng! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"This 'using someone else's strength against them' and 'luring the enemy into a trap' tactic is executed with unparalleled skill!"

"It made us old folks both terrified and utterly impressed!"

He picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and his eyes gleamed.

"My Yan family has also benefited a lot from this. That kid Chonghua... has also made great strides forward."

"Once the head of the Organization Department finishes this task, Chonghua will be the only suitable candidate."

"But what makes this old man happiest is..."

Yan Fushan put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and revealed a sly smile that seemed to say, "The old fox sees right through the little fox."

"It was you who released that video using Long Yu's announcement as a pretext!"

"You've completely tied Ru Ge and that brat Ling Long together, announcing it to the whole world!"

"Let the whole world see that my Yan family's granddaughter and your Zeng family's grandson are a couple bound together by life and death, a pair that's set in stone!"

"You old rascal, you don't hold back at all when it comes to scheming against your own grandson!"

"Old ginger is spicier!"

When Mr. Zeng Rong listened to his old friend and in-law's "accusations," there was no smug look on his face.

He slowly put down the white pieces in his hand, leaned on his cane, stood up, and walked to the window.

His back looked somewhat hunched in the afternoon sunlight, yet he still stood as upright as a pine tree.

"Old Yan..."

Zeng Rong's voice, aged, carried a weight that seemed to transcend time:

"This world may seem peaceful on the surface, but there are turbulent undercurrents beneath."

"The Dragon Kingdom is now powerful, but this power has attracted more envy, more encirclement, and more hidden arrows."

He turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, and looked at Yan Fushan:

"We old folks are halfway to the grave."

All I can do is stand guard until the very end.

"Clear the branches and leaves in the house, pave the road, and clear away the obstacles."

His tone suddenly turned sharp, carrying the murderous aura of war:

"So that those who come after can focus wholeheartedly and concentrate their efforts!"

"Let's put our energy into one direction!"

"The blade should be aimed at the real enemy—and struck!"

Yan Fushan's smile gradually faded, and he became serious.

Zeng Rong's gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, looking towards a shadow on the distant other side of the ocean:

There is also a "Cosmic Organization" overseas.

"That's a blood feud for the Dragon Kingdom, and for my Zeng family, an irreconcilable blood feud!"

His voice trembled slightly with suppressed hatred:

"Eighteen years ago, they switched my grandson, attempting to extinguish the Zeng family bloodline!"

"Now, they've colluded with an inside traitor, plotting to kill my grandson, humiliate my granddaughter-in-law, and even harm my great-granddaughter!"

Zeng Rong suddenly slammed his cane down!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud reverberated through the quiet room!

His back was ramrod straight, and a long-lost, overwhelming killing intent belonging to a veteran of a hundred battles suddenly erupted!

"I am Zeng Rong, I am from the Zeng family—"

Every word he uttered was like an iron nail driven into a coffin lid, powerful and resounding:

"Even in times of peace, we must be mindful of potential dangers!"

"We must be ready for battle!"

"Once the nation issues an order, the people must act swiftly!"

He looked at Yan Fushan, his eyes sharp as a drawn, deadly blade:

"My sons from the Zeng family—"

Even if it means being shattered to pieces! Even if it means being utterly destroyed!

"And only one word—"

"Rush!"

"And there is only one belief—"

"kill!"

Inside the quiet room, the aroma of tea lingered, and the chess game was not yet over.

But the air was already thick with the invisible smoke of battle and the oaths forged in blood and iron.

The sunlight outside the window is just right.

And deeper darkness, and even more intense flames of war—

Perhaps, it is quietly gathering in the distance.

Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan exchanged a glance, and there was no fear in the eyes of the two old men.

Only those who, having weathered countless storms and seen through life and death, are still willing to draw their swords for their country—

Resolute and heroic.