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

Dragon Kingdom, capital city, Chen family mansion, late at night.

Only an old-fashioned green-shaded wall lamp was lit in the study, casting a dim, yellowish light that stretched the shadows of the huge mahogany desk and the old man in the armchair behind it long onto the bookshelves filled with ancient books, making them appear lonely and heavy.

Mr. Chen Guoqing sat alone in the chair.

I didn't drink tea, and I didn't read books.

He just sat quietly, his hands clasped over his stomach, his eyes gazing at the deep night outside the window, but his gaze was unfocused.

He was reviewing the situation.

With his political acumen honed over decades of wielding power and weathering countless storms, and his almost instinctive intuition—

I reviewed every detail of the entire incident, every twist and turn, and every seemingly reasonable yet eerie aspect, over and over again.

"The losses are devastating..."

He sighed silently, every wrinkle on his aged face etched with deep weariness and humiliation.

Face was trampled underfoot by Zeng Xu, repeatedly rubbed and crushed to dust.

The damage to the family's internal structure was even more severe. The influence cultivated over many years was largely lost, political allies became disaffected, and the future of the family was shrouded in a dark shadow.

It seems that all of this started when his most prized grandson, Chen Yifeng, was taken away by Zeng Linglong's men.

"But...why?"

Old Master Chen's brows were furrowed into a tight knot.

"How did things turn out like this?"

"It's as if there's an invisible hand, an unseen thread..."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, like that of a hawk, attempting to pierce through the fog before him:

"It's pulling us in, pulling in the Wu family, the Liu family, the He family... Unknowingly, step by step, we've stepped into a pre-dug, bottomless trap!"

"Was Zeng Linglong's arrest of Yi Feng really just for 'assault suspicion'? Was it out of revenge?"

"If that were all, why would he have orchestrated such a grand scheme and stirred up such a massive storm?"

"This doesn't seem like revenge, it's more like..."

Old Master Chen's heart skipped a beat!

A cold and terrifying thought, like a venomous snake, suddenly darted into his mind:

"This is more like clearing a battlefield! Clearing obstacles! Paving the way for some bigger goal!"

Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly entangling all his thoughts.

After Chen Yifeng was arrested, he disappeared without a trace.

Even with Chen Guoqing's status and connections, he couldn't find out the slightest bit of inside information!

This is extremely unusual in itself!

This means that Chen Yifeng's involvement is far more than just "colluding with foreign forces" or "suspected assault"!

Rather, it involves higher-level, more sensitive matters, and may even implicate certain elements that could lead to the destruction of a family—

Top Secret!

"hiss……"

Old Master Chen gasped, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back, soaking his silk pajamas.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn't fear of Zeng Linglong's methods, but fear of the "unknown" and "out of control".

Fear of the true purpose behind that invisible thread.

"We must ask clearly."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

"We must get an answer from Zeng Linglong."

"No matter how high the price."

Chen Yifeng is the only hope of the third generation of the Chen family and the heir who carries the entire weight of the family's future.

He cannot afford to fail.

The Chen family cannot afford to lose this heir.

Even if it's to that young man who was once suppressed by his Chen family and framed by his grandson—

Bow down.

compromise.

Even...begging.

Old Master Chen slowly closed his eyes, a hint of struggle and pain flashing across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a shrewdness characteristic of seasoned politicians, a determination to cut their losses and survive.

He reached out, his thin but steady fingers grasping the phone.

I hesitated for a full ten seconds.

Then, he dialed the number he had long remembered but had never dialed himself—

Zeng Linglong's personal cell phone.

"Beep...beep..."

The waiting tone only sounded twice.

The call was answered.

"Feed".

Zeng Linglong's voice came through the receiver, calm and indifferent, without any emotional fluctuation, as if he had long expected this call.

Old Master Chen took a deep breath, just about to speak—

"Military Region General Hospital, Ward 3, Special Care Unit."

Zeng Linglong's voice was faster and more direct than his, carrying an undeniable sense of control, cutting off all his prepared remarks:

"With Mr. Liu and Mr. He."

"bring it on."

"I'll be waiting for you."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone call was abruptly ended.

Only the busy tone remained, echoing hollowly in the silent study.

Grandpa Chen stood frozen in place, holding the broken receiver.

His pupils contracted slightly, his face filled with shock, and a deeper...

Confusion and unease.

Zeng Linglong...

He not only anticipated that he would make the call.

He even brought Liu Xingguang and He Minquan along with him.

What he was waiting for was not just the Chen family bowing down.

Instead... all three of them bowed their heads at the same time?

"Special Care Ward No. 3..."

Grandpa Chen slowly put down his phone and turned his gaze back to the boundless night outside the window.

What awaits them in that hospital ward?

Is it negotiation? Is it a deal? Is it a warning?

Or another, even more profound and unfathomable—

The beginning of the game?

night, deeper.

It seemed to foreshadow a new, more secretive and intense storm...

Soon, before dawn,

The curtain has quietly risen.