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

The rain has been pouring down for a full forty-eight hours.

In the mountains and forests, the streams turned into muddy rapids, and the soil became soft like a swamp.

But the confrontation—

The work did not stop in the slightest despite the bad weather.

On the contrary, it became even more intense.

"Whoosh—!"

A training stun grenade exploded with a dull thud in the muddy water.

Although the power was strictly controlled, the explosion and shockwave still caused three team members nearby to experience ear ringing and blurred vision.

"Take a detour to the left!"

"Suppress on the right side!"

"Sniper, find their commander!"

Zeng Linglong's voice, through the torrential rain and gunfire, clearly reached each team member's earpiece.

He was hiding behind a partially collapsed earthen slope.

The fifty kilograms of weight on his body had been soaked in mud and water, making it feel twice as heavy.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the rifle handguard, calculating the firing interval.

Three days.

This "rookie" team, which originally required him to personally demonstrate and explain the key points—

They have already begun to demonstrate amazing adaptability and learning ability.

Their tactical maneuvers were even more perfect.

Teamwork has improved significantly.

more importantly--

Eyes.

That kind of fighting spirit that ignites like a wild beast when pushed to the brink of despair.

And, the instinctive use of the battlefield environment.

A very faint smile appeared on Zeng Linglong's lips.

The temperature and heat of steelmaking...

almost.

at the same time.

Ye Feng's team is currently making infiltration and maneuvering in the valley area three kilometers away.

His combat uniform was also covered in mud, and his face was blurred by paint and rain.

But those eyes—

Even through the sniper scope, he remained frighteningly calm.

"Boss..."

He muttered to himself.

"You taught me..."

"I remember everything."

Through the headset, I could hear the team members' heavy breathing and intermittent reports:

"Instructor... a simulated minefield has been detected ahead..."

"Intense electronic interference... My Pokémon is malfunctioning..."

Ye Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Minefield.

interference.

The boss's style.

Danger lurks at every turn.

Yet, there is always a glimmer of hope – a test.

"Demoman comes forward."

Ye Feng's voice was calm.

"Everyone else, spread out and be on guard."

"Be aware of potential crossfire points."

"The head instructor... loves this kind of thing the most."

"yes!"

The confrontation in the mountains and forests was like two wounded but increasingly ferocious beasts.

In the torrential rain and mud, they tore, collided, learned, and grew.

And just as this intense "tempering" entered its third day—

Thousands of miles away.

Another "battle," fought without gunfire but equally far-reaching, is slowly unfolding.

When Zeng Qiang, Zeng Linglong's uncle, was promoted to acting governor and officially took office!

He personally led the senior executives of Longyu to Haining immediately.

Haining International Airport.

The tarmac for special planes.

A light drizzle was falling.

But unlike the torrential rain in the mountains and forests, the rain here is fine and cool.

The area around the tarmac had already been cleared and cordoned off.

But outside the cordon—

The dark mass of people surged like a tide.

The reporters' cameras and microphones formed a dense forest.

People held aloft homemade banners—

"Welcome Mr. Teng, General Manager of Longyu Group, to Haining!"

"Thank you, Longyu, for bringing benefits to the people!"

"Governor Zeng is a lucky star for the people of Haining!"

The handwriting is a little crooked, but the emotions are sincere and passionate.

At the very front of the crowd.

The entire provincial council of Haining Province, dressed in formal attire, stood solemnly.

It's not that Teng Ao is arrogant; it's just that he came here to invest in advance!

Of course, this is definitely to show support for Governor Zeng Qiang.

Zeng Linglong is the behind-the-scenes boss of Longyu, a fact known only to top-tier powerful families, who would never leak this information to outsiders.

Therefore, Teng Ao's trip to Haining has attracted the attention of millions of people in Haining Province.

The entire provincial council of Haining Province—directly in front, one of them, with a steady gaze.

It is the newly appointed acting governor—

Zeng Qiang.

Zeng Linglong's uncle.

At this moment, he wore a gentle smile, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of seriousness that was not easily detected.

The person who came today...

Not just the president of Longyu Group.

He was also the spokesperson for his nephew.

"They're here!"

Someone let out a soft cry.

All eyes turned to the end of the track.

A silver-gray Gulfstream G650, like an elegant eagle, glided smoothly through the rain.

On the fuselage, the golden dragon logo of Longyu Group still shone brightly even on a rainy day.

The plane came to a stop.

The hatch opened.

The gangway slowly docked.

The first thing to appear at the cabin door was a tall and upright figure.

A dark gray bespoke suit, impeccably tailored.

His hair was neatly combed, his face was handsome, and his brows conveyed a sense of composure.

Teng Ao – President of Longyu Group.

He stood at the hatch, his gaze calmly sweeping across the area below.

A dense, dark crowd.

A flashing camera.

The provincial leadership team stood solemnly.

And then there's Zeng Qiang, standing in front of him, whose gaze met his.

Teng Ao's lips curled into a smile that only those who knew him could understand.

Then, the usual calm and official procedures returned to normal.

He walked steadily down the gangway.

Behind him followed two core executives—

Tang Zhe, the Marketing Director, is capable and refined, with sharp eyes.

Tang Li, the finance director, was dressed in a business suit and had a serious expression.

Teng Ao saw the group of Standing Committee members below.

Given his status as the eldest son of the Teng family, there would be no way he could have received such a welcome; even a member of the Standing Committee wouldn't have given it such importance!

But things are different now. Many local officials in China have forgotten that he is the eldest son of the Teng family, and only know him as the president of Longyu – a wealthy man who determines the political future of many people.

Because the Dragon Kingdom he governs is red, representing the highest level of economic structure and development plan of the Dragon Kingdom.

Those influential figures within the imperial court were all watching Long Yu's every move, and the common people of the Dragon Kingdom were watching even more closely.

Therefore, every trip and every decision that Tengao makes is reported by the media or analyzed by economic experts.

Just like this trip, the entire provincial leadership team from Haining came.

"President Teng! The first provincial council secretary greeted him warmly, shaking hands with Teng Ao and welcoming him to Haining."

The tone and volume were perfectly controlled, conveying the authority and composure of a high-ranking official.

Zeng Qiang followed closely and extended his right hand.

"President Teng!"

"You must have had a long journey!"

Their hands clasped tightly together.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, and the duration was neither too long nor too short.

But a tacit understanding flashed in each other's eyes.

"Governor Zeng, you're too kind."

Teng Ao smiled, his voice clear and melodious.

"Long Yu came here this time with sincerity, and even more so with... confidence in the future development of Haining."

His words, clearly transmitted through the microphones of the reporters beside him, resonated throughout the entire venue.

The flashes of light instantly merged into one!