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

First floor of the hospital, at the entrance of the lobby.

Three elderly gentlemen, Chen Guoqing, Liu Xingguang, and He Minquan, stood on the steps, the night wind carrying a chill as it ruffled their gray hair.

They stopped in their tracks, as if by unspoken agreement.

Silence descended once more.

It was even heavier, even more... a mix of emotions than being in the hospital ward.

a long time.

Grandpa Chen Guoqing let out a long breath.

The aura condensed into white mist in the cold night sky, quickly dissipating, as if taking away his last bit of willpower.

"well……"

A heavy sigh, as if bearing the weight of half a lifetime of honor and disgrace, escaped from the depths of his throat.

He slowly turned his head to look at Liu Xingguang and He Minquan beside him. His aged eyes were filled with complex and indescribable emotions—fear, relief, but more than anything, a deep-seated feeling…

remorse.

"Old Liu, Old He..."

Chen Guoqing's voice was dry and hoarse:

"You tell me... if only we had known... it would turn out like this..."

"Shouldn't the three of us have... come directly to Zeng Linglong and talked to him back then?"

"Instead of... following that senile old man, Wu Jingzhong..."

His voice paused, and each word seemed stained with blood:

"They crashed headlong into Zeng Xu's inescapable trap... suffering heavy losses and being left battered and bruised..."

"In the end... we still have to humble ourselves like this, begging for... a 'reconciliation' that might not have required such a price?"

Liu Xingguang and He Minquan both felt a jolt at the same time!

The last shred of composure she had been putting on completely crumbled.

They looked at each other.

They saw the same thing in each other's eyes—

Deep regret, resentment, and a hint of...resentment towards Wu Jingzhong.

Yes.

If only the three families had remained calm back then, and realized that Zeng Linglong's arrests were not motivated by personal grudges, instead of being swayed by the Wu family to directly wage war against the Zeng family...

If only they had humbled themselves and taken the initiative to communicate with Zeng Linglong instead of blindly choosing confrontation...

Perhaps they wouldn't have lost so badly, wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses, and wouldn't be so grateful as if they had survived a catastrophe.

"Old Wu... you've misled us."

Mr. He Minquan murmured softly, his voice filled with bitterness.

This sentence, like a needle, pierced through the last layer of window paper.

Three elderly men, who once stood at the pinnacle of power and dominated the world, now stood in the cold night wind, their figures somewhat hunched and... forlorn.

They looked at each other again.

They didn't say anything more.

All the regret, resentment, and bitterness turned into silent sighs, dissipating into the deep night of the capital.

Then, they each turned around and walked towards their respective cars.

His back view was resolute and heavy.

As if he had made some kind of decision—

From then on, with certain people, on certain paths...

Draw a clear line between them.

In the ward.

Zeng Linglong stood by the window, watching the taillights of the three cars disappear completely at the end of the street.

His face remained expressionless.

It was as if the negotiation that had just determined the future of three top families was just a trivial matter.

"Mountain Eagle".

he called softly.

Mountain Eagle, who had been standing guard outside the door like an invisible man, immediately pushed the door open and stood at attention, ready to receive orders: "Chief Instructor!"

"Lead all the hospital's training team members and return to the base immediately."

Zeng Linglong's voice was calm and clear:

"Continue your special training. The selection process cannot stop."

"yes!"

Mountain Eagle nodded emphatically, without asking why, and turned to carry out the order.

"etc."

Zeng Linglong stopped him and added:

"Tell the team...they did a great job this time."

"Yes, Chief Instructor!"

A flicker of excitement and pride flashed in the mountain eagle's eyes. It saluted again and then strode away.

Soon, the training team members who had stood like statues in the hospital for several days quickly and orderly withdrew like a tide.

They were disciplined and swift in their movements, making no extraneous noise except for their footsteps.

In just ten minutes, the hospital returned to its usual tranquility.

But then—

Another team of soldiers, dressed in standard military uniforms, fully armed, and with equally sharp eyes, silently took over the sentry posts at various key positions.

They were the elite reconnaissance company directly dispatched by Zeng Sheng, and also the most loyal and reliable security force.

The security arrangements were seamlessly coordinated.

It seems as if nothing has ever changed.

Another hour passed.

There was another knock on the ward door.

General Liu walked in, followed by a female soldier.

The female soldier was about twenty years old, and her height and build were extremely similar to Zeng Lingyu's, even their eyebrows and eyebrows were somewhat similar.

She wore a neat training uniform, her posture was as upright as a pine tree, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and her steps were steady, carrying a unique...cold temperament that came from undergoing rigorous training and the baptism of real combat.

Zeng Linglong's gaze lingered on the female soldier's face for three seconds.

Especially her eyes.

Those were eyes that had seen blood, killed people, and teetered on the brink of life and death, yet remained as resolute as iron.

"Report!"

The female soldier stood at attention and gave Zeng Linglong a standard military salute. Her voice was clear and strong, with a hint of deliberate imitation of Zeng Lingyu's voice.

"Female Special Forces Team, 'Night Spirit,' reporting for duty!"

Zeng Linglong nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Then he called his sister, Zeng Lingyu.

"Let's begin."

He said to General Liu.

For the next hour, the ward was transformed into a temporary "makeup room" and "crash course".

Under Zeng Linglong's almost demanding requirements and his personal involvement—

"Night Spirit's" appearance, hairstyle, and makeup were adjusted to be almost 95% similar to Zeng Lingyu's at the fastest speed.

Even subtle habitual gestures, pauses in speech, and shifts in gaze... were quickly imitated and mastered by "Night Spirit" under Zeng Linglong's guidance.

When everything is ready.

Two "Zeng Lingyu"s appeared in the ward.

The same appearance, the same figure, the same voice, and even... the same unique purity and resilience in their temperament.

"That's fine."

Zeng Linglong gave it one last look and nodded.

Half an hour later.

Under the meticulous arrangements of Zeng Linglong and General Liu, "Night Spirit," disguised as "Zeng Lingyu," left the military hospital with a "slightly downcast" expression, accompanied by two seemingly ordinary but actually elite soldiers, and got into an ordinary civilian car.

The flow of vehicles entering Beijing quickly disappeared.

Meanwhile, the four members of the Dragon Return Squad—Jiang Tianhua, Qi Liang, Fang Rong, and Tang Long—had already followed quietly like ghosts, using different identities and methods.

Danny, Lawrence, and Nader, disguised as Chinese nationals, followed closely behind as mobile combat forces.

They will act as the most loyal shadows, guarding this "bait" in the darkness, waiting for the fish to take the bait.