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

Overseas, in the core area of ​​the Cosmic Organization, at the private residence of Ryuichi Sawada.

Time: Late at night in China, afternoon here.

The sunlight was completely blocked by the heavy velvet curtains, and only a few dim wall lamps were lit in the room. The light was ambiguous and cast eerie and distorted shadows on the Japanese dry landscape bonsai.

The air was filled with the lingering scent of burning incense, a scent similar to sandalwood but with a hint of cold sweetness.

Slo knelt on the cold marble floor.

His forehead was pressed against the back of his hand, his posture so humble that he was almost curled up.

His gunshot wound was still throbbing, but what hurt even more was his inner turmoil—a deep-seated fear of the person before him.

At the head of the table, Ryuichi Sawada knelt on a low couch.

He was still wearing a dark blue kimono, and the black prayer beads in his hand had long since stopped being moved; he was simply holding them tightly.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses no longer possessed any scholarly gentleness; instead, they held the cold, viscous, sinister glint of a viper eyeing its prey.

"You mean...?"

Ryuichi Sawada's voice was slow, each word like a rolling ice bead:

"The Wu army of the Dragon Kingdom... has completely lost contact?"

"Yes...yes, strategist."

Slo's voice came from below, trembling with barely suppressed emotion:

"All backup emergency contact methods... have been tried."

"There has been no response."

He paused, then added, as if trying to excuse himself:

"During the last call... Wu Jun mentioned that his personal communication device... had been stolen."

"Could it be... that there's a problem in this area? Is he being... watched by the Chinese government?"

"impossible!"

Ryuichi Sawada suddenly stood up from the low couch!

The movement stirred up a breeze, and the hem of her kimono brushed against Slo's lowered head.

He looked down at Sloe, his gaze like a poisoned icicle, piercing the kneeling figure.

"The Cosmic Organization's dedicated communication equipment... has a physical self-destruct mechanism! Triple dynamic encryption! Quantum-level frequency hopping!"

"If it were that easy to crack... the Cosmic Organization would have been torn to shreds by those major powers long ago!"

His voice rose slightly, fueled by intense arrogance and a certain unspoken unease:

"Moreover—Wu Jun is no ordinary person!"

"He is the eldest grandson of the Wu family, one of the top clans in the Dragon Kingdom! He is the heir that old bastard Wu Jingzhong has poured all his resources into cultivating!"

Ryuichi Sawada walked slowly, his wooden clogs clicking softly on the ground, like the second hand of death.

"Back then, what I chose him for was the power of his family and his own ambition and ability."

"What would it take for the Dragon Kingdom to take action against someone of such status?"

He stopped, turned around, his gaze intense:

"We need irrefutable evidence! Absolutely irrefutable evidence!"

"What's even more necessary is... absolute pressure that makes the Wu family dare not, cannot, and even... willingly abandon him!"

A cold, calculating smile curled at the corners of Sawada Ryuichi's lips.

"These two points are almost impossible to achieve simultaneously in China."

His voice suddenly turned stern:

"Immediately activate all our covert networks in the Dragon Kingdom! At all costs, find out exactly what happened to the Wu army!"

"Is he under house arrest? Is he under investigation? Or... has something really happened?"

"in addition--"

A ruthless glint flashed in Ryuichi Sawada's eyes:

"Five of the most elite assassins will be selected from the 'Knights' Camp'."

"Disguise their identities and secretly infiltrate the capital of the Dragon Kingdom."

"They don't carry out specific missions; they just lie in wait, ready to be deployed."

"As...the last pawn, or a tool to erase all traces."

"Yes, strategist!"

Slo felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly responded, clenching his right fist and pounding his chest in a gesture of respect. Then, he practically crawled out of the room.

The door closed gently.

Only Sawada Ryuichi remained in the room.

The fierce look on his face slowly faded, returning to its unfathomable calm.

But his brows furrowed slightly.

He stood there motionless for a full five minutes.

Like a lifeless statue.

Only the eyes behind the lenses darted rapidly in the dim light, flashing with a complex and dangerous light.

He was performing a simulation.

Analyze all the possibilities surrounding Wu Jun's disappearance.

To deduce the situation in the capital of the Dragon Kingdom.

The deduction... what exactly did Zeng Linglong, who disappeared eighteen years ago, experience, how strong is he, and what other unknown identities and secrets does he have?

a long time.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

It was as if they had made up their minds.

He turned and walked behind the huge mahogany desk.

His hand rested on a seemingly decorative chrysanthemum relief on the armrest of the wide seat.

Apply slight force – rotate clockwise three times and counterclockwise one and a half times.

"Click...click...buzz..."

A very faint yet precise mechanical sound rang out.

Behind him was a wall adorned with a huge ukiyo-e mural depicting Mount Fuji and cherry blossoms in full bloom—

Silently, a crack appeared in the middle!

The gap widened, forming a hidden door that could only allow one person to pass through at a time!

Inside the door, it was pitch black, as if leading to an endless abyss.

Without any hesitation, Ryuichi Sawada turned sideways and quickly slipped into the hidden door.

The moment he entered, the hidden door closed silently again, and the wall returned to its original state, perfectly sealed, as if it had never been opened.