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

Zeng Linglong pretended to shake his head like a rattle drum.

"That won't do!"

"I wagered my indenture; just giving me cigarettes isn't fair!"

"But since you've brought it up, Mr. Zhang, I can't object."

"Anyway, the purpose of this bet is to make this confrontation more intense, more sensational, and more anticipated."

"Then let's go big!"

He held up five fingers.

As the saying goes, tobacco and alcohol go hand in hand!

"Five cases of special tribute liquor and five cartons of special tribute cigarettes!"

"I won, the big shots have cashed in."

"I've lost, so I'll serve you."

"I'm sure the bigwigs will agree to this small request?"

Old Liu thought about it.

"Can."

"But we also have requirements."

"In this confrontation, Xiao Long, you and your Dragon Return Squad, all members—"

"None of them can participate!"

"We need to see the true strength and fighting power of these selected team members!"

"That's impossible!"

Zeng Linglong immediately objected!

"If the Dragon Return Squad isn't participating, what's the point of playing?!"

"I might as well just admit defeat!"

"Besides, the Dragon Return Squad was originally going to be merged into Dragon Shadow in the later stages."

"snort!"

Old Liu sneered.

"You and your Dragon Return team members both went to participate—"

"Isn't this tantamount to admitting defeat?"

Zeng Linglong's eyes darted around.

"Three!"

He held up three fingers.

"We are simultaneously fighting three conventional special forces units!"

"Is this alright now?"

"What?!"

The bigwigs all wore expressions of disbelief!

This kid is incredibly bold!

But the bigwigs also got excited!

That was a miracle!

It's a miracle for the Chinese military!

Just thinking about it makes me excited!

They lost, but it doesn't matter—

It's just a few cases of wine!

Zeng Linglong spoke again.

"However, the conditions need to be tightened!"

"Change the quantity of liquor to ten cases!"

"Ten cartons of cigarettes!"

"You little brat, you want to eat farts—!"

Old Zhang slapped Zeng Linglong on the back of the head!

"Where would we get so many?!"

"Do you really think we're a factory owner?!"

"The Lunar New Year is almost here!"

"You've made things so difficult for us during the Lunar New Year—"

"Eating New Year's Eve dinner, drinking plain water, and breathing in cold air?!"

"That's not my problem."

Zeng Linglong shrugged.

"The big shots don't have that many—"

"Borrow it or steal it!"

"Anyway, if you want to see a miraculous confrontation—"

"We need to offer some decent terms."

"And I'm motivated to give it my all!"

He gave a sly smile.

"Besides, this is just a gamble."

"Nobody knows who will win or lose."

"Don't you have any confidence in those units?"

"I said—!"

"Old Liu said angrily."

"You brat, what do you need so much alcohol and cigarettes for?!"

"Can you handle all of this by yourself?!"

"Can't I keep it as a keepsake?"

Zeng Linglong spoke with righteous indignation.

"Think about it after I get married—"

"We're serving our guests only premium liquor!"

"That would be so prestigious!"

Old Liu was so angry that he started to take action!

But Zeng Linglong dodged it this time!

Old Liu pointed at Zeng Linglong.

"Who are you trying to fool?!"

"You can treasure wine, but how do you treasure your cigarettes?!"

"By the time you get married, the cigarettes will be moldy!"

"Can't I give gifts during the Lunar New Year?!"

Zeng Linglong immediately retorted!

"Okay...okay...!"

Old Liu got angry too!

Still dreaming of winning our cigarettes to give as gifts to others?!

it is good!

He slammed his hand on the table!

"Then I'll arrange for Dragon Fang—and your uncle's Fifth Division—to come over!"

He then looked at Old Zhang.

"Old Zhang, bring your Navy's Jiaolong Special Forces team over here too!"

"Let's see how this kid plays this game!"

"Holy crap—!"

Zeng Linglong is also in the news!

"This is outrageous!!"

"I'm referring to three regular troops!"

"Old Liu, the troops you've brought over are all unconventional, professional special operations forces!"

"Who plays like that?!"

"snort!"

Old Liu sneered.

"Even you have moments of fear, you little brat!"

"Don't worry, I'll just have these few units each send out one battalion."

"Is this alright now?"

"To truly engage in competition, it has to be on a parallel line; that's what makes it interesting!"

"Only then can we see the results of your training!"

"How is it?"

"Dare to play?"

Zeng Linglong was secretly overjoyed!

But he still maintains his Oscar-worthy acting skills!

His expression kept changing!

His brows were furrowed!

It's as if they're having a fierce internal struggle!

Several big shots were watching him closely.

Waiting for his reply.

finally--

"Who's afraid of who?!"

Zeng Linglong slapped his thigh!

"I only have one word for it—Do it!"

"good--!!!"

Several bigwigs spoke out at the same time!

His eyes were full of anticipation!

"We'll all go and watch then!"

"See for yourself, Zeng Linglong, what you're capable of!"

Finally, Zeng Linglong left the office amidst the angry glares of Old Liu and the others.

Behind them, several bigwigs were still arguing—

"Old Liu, do you think this kid can win?"

"Hmph, win or lose, this match is worth watching!"

"Three special forces units against one training team? Is this kid crazy or is he really that confident?"

"Just wait and see!"

General Staff.

The order has been given.

Encrypted radio waves flew to three locations—

Dragon Tooth Special Forces Brigade.

The fifth type of military unit.

The Navy's Jiaolong Special Forces.

"Order: Immediately select elite troops to form a joint battalion, which will participate in a special operations drill in three days!"

"Opponent: A Mysterious Training Team!"

"Requirement: Complete Victory!"

The commanders of the three units received orders simultaneously.

At the same time, he showed an incredulous expression.

Mysterious Unit – Training Camp?

That training team that's still in the selection process?

Are we sending our three aces to deal with a bunch of rookies?

But an order is an order.

Three units quickly assembled.

Elite troops, fully equipped and ready to go.

The General Staff Operations Department also responded at top speed—

A plan for confrontation drills was developed.

Time: Three days later.

Location: A comprehensive training base in a mountain forest.

Scale: Unprecedented.

Zeng Linglong returned to the base.

On the training field, the selection process is still in full swing.

Gunshots and shouts of battle rose and fell.

Ye Feng saw him and walked over quickly.

"Boss, the selection process is going smoothly and is expected to be completed this afternoon."

Zeng Linglong nodded.

"Notify everyone that we must assemble immediately after the selection process concludes."

"I have something important to announce."

Ye Feng looked at him.

"Boss, where did you go just now?"

A slight smile appeared on Zeng Linglong's lips.

"Go and give it to us, we earned some New Year's gifts."

Ye Feng was taken aback.

Then, his perpetually cold expression broke into a smile.

The boss's move this time is definitely related to the special tribute tobacco and alcohol.

at the same time.

Base operations room.

Xiaoya sat in front of the big screen.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

On the screen, the data stream scrolls—

Intelligence gathering by the Second Battalion of Knights overseas is underway.

"White Vulture, how's it going on your end?"

Xiaoya spoke into her headset.

A deep, guttural voice came through the headset:

"The position of the 2nd Knights Battalion has been located, and reconnaissance is underway."

"Detailed information is expected tomorrow."

Xiaoya nodded.

"continue."

"The boss said, once it's confirmed—"

"Let's get started."

"Leave no one alive."

"clear."

Communication was cut off.

Xiaoya leaned back in her chair.

His eyes were deep and intense.

She knew—

Multi-front operations have already begun.

Outside the base.

Zeng Linglong stood at the edge of the training field.

Looking at the team members sweating profusely.

Watching those eliminated figures silently leave.

Looking at those faces that are still persevering, with firm eyes.

he knows--

The match three days from now will be a test for these team members—

The ultimate test.

It was also him, as the head instructor—

The ultimate test.

Dragon Tooth.

The fifth type of military unit.

Jiaolong (蛟龙).

Three aces.

Against the newly formed training team.

This has never happened before in the history of the Chinese military.

Everyone thought it was an impossible miracle.

But Zeng Linglong—

We must create miracles.

He turned around.

He walked toward the operations room.

Behind them, the setting sun was like blood.

The entire base was dyed a golden yellow.

The three-army confrontation is about to begin.

Undercurrents from overseas are still surging.

And Zeng Linglong—

Multi-front operations have officially begun.