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

Hellfire Base, War Room.

The stark white light shone on every solemn face.

The long table was filled with people, and the air was incredibly heavy.

No one spoke, only the ticking of the wall clock—

It struck everyone's heart, one blow after another.

Zeng Sheng sat on the left side of the long table.

His hands were flat on the table, his knuckles white, a sign of excessive force.

He has just expressed his sincerest gratitude to Baroque on behalf of the entire Zeng family.

Every word of those words came from the bottom of his heart.

His son's subsequent treatment plan.

He Jing sat beside him, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, which were crumpled into a ball.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her lips were tightly pressed together!

Her body leaned slightly forward, like a mother animal ready to pounce and protect her cubs.

She is waiting.

Waiting for the poison doctor to speak.

Waiting for the outcome of the treatment that would determine her son's fate.

Zeng Lingyu sat next to her mother, her hands clasped tightly together under the table.

Her gaze remained fixed on the poison doctor, her eyes filled with pleading, as if to say:

Please, tell me that my brother will be alright later.

Yan Ruge sat next to Zeng Lingyu.

Her body had not fully recovered, and her face was still pale, but her back was ramrod straight.

From the moment she stepped into this conference room, she told herself—

We must not give up. We absolutely must not give up until we hear the final result.

Her hand rested under the table, gently holding Zeng Lingyu's hand—

The two girls' hands were equally cold and trembling, but they were also tightly clasped together.

Anna sat at the far end of the long table.

She didn't sit in the chair, but stood by the wall, her back against the cold wall.

Her hands were crossed over her chest, her nails digging deep into the skin of her arms.

Her gaze swept across the entire conference room, landing on the poison doctor's face, on that face that was about to pronounce his fate.

Her breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible!

But her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Ye Feng sat on the right side of the long table, his hands crossed on the tabletop.

His expression was stern, like a statue, but his eyes betrayed him—

Those eyes were bloodshot, filled with anxiety, and held a murderous intent that had been suppressed to the extreme.

Tie Zhu sat next to him, his imposing body appearing unusually stiff at this moment.

His hands were placed on his knees, clenched into fists, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.

Xiaoya sat next to the iron pillar, her hands under the table.

My finger unconsciously swiped across the phone screen.

But her eyes weren't on the screen at all—they were fixed on the poison doctor.

Silence has also arrived.

He sat next to the Baroque.

He was still wearing that black night clothes, but the mask had been removed, revealing a weathered face.

His expression was calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

Baroque sat to the left of the Poison Doctor, a cigar dangling from his lips.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

He appeared casual, but his eyes were constantly scanning the entire room, observing everyone's expression and calculating their thoughts.

He is the leader of Hellfire, the most cunning hunter in this conference room.

He knew that what he was about to say would affect everyone in the room.

Zeng Wen sat next to the Baroque.

His face still bore the marks of battle, and his eyes still held a hint of murderous intent.

The Poison Doctor sat in the first seat.

His hands were on the table, his fingers interlaced, and his thumbs gently touching.

His expression was serious, his eyes deep, sweeping across every face in the room—

Zeng Sheng's perseverance, He Jing's anxiety.

Zeng Lingyu's prayer.

Yan Ruge's forced composure.

Anna's forbearance.

Ye Feng's killing intent.

The iron pillar's stiffness.

Xiaoya's panic.

A silent calm.

Baroque perspective.

Zeng Wen's silence.

He was waiting, waiting for everyone to be ready.

Then, he cleared his throat.

The sound wasn't loud, but the entire conference room fell silent instantly.

It was so quiet you could hear everyone's heartbeat.

"Number Zero—that is, your Little Dragon—"

His gaze fell on Zeng Sheng and He Jing:

"Now, your life is no longer in danger."

The Poison Doctor waited a few seconds, until everyone's emotions had calmed down slightly, before continuing:

"In the later stages, the cancer cells in his body did not pose a major problem."

"I am 100% confident that I can completely eliminate it."

"In just three to five years, Xiaolong will not only make a full recovery—"

"Moreover, his physical condition and immunity will be better and stronger than before."

Baroque nearly dropped the cigar from his mouth.

He knew the Poison Doctor was highly skilled, but "even stronger than before"—

He knew better than anyone what those five words meant.

Zeng Linglong's physique was already monstrous; anything stronger? Would he still be human?

Zeng Sheng finally lifted his hands off the table and clasped them tightly together.

His lips were trembling, and his eyes were even redder.

He Jing burst into tears; the sobs had been suppressed for too long and were finally released.

Zeng Lingyu threw herself into Yan Ruge's arms, and the two women hugged each other, crying like two children.

Anna stood by the wall, her hands covering her face, her shoulders trembling violently.

Tie Zhu's fist finally loosened, Xiao Ya's fingers finally stopped, and Ye Feng's eyes were no longer so cold.

But the Poison Doctor's voice rang out again. This time, his tone was heavy and anxious.

"but--"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats at the same time.

The stone that had just been placed was now suspended in mid-air again.

The Poison Doctor's gaze swept over Zeng Sheng and He Jing, uttering each word slowly and deliberately:

"There are two key issues here that will determine Xiaolong's later recovery and strengthening."

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze instantly.

"First."

The Poison Doctor's voice struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer:

"During his treatment, he can no longer perform missions or engage in high-intensity training."

He paused.

"I'm referring to high intensity here."

"Xiao Long cannot relax every day; he needs to engage in appropriate physical activity and maintain his physical functions."

"Because he is essentially a fighting machine, he will not allow his physical functions to deteriorate in the future."

"We won't allow it either—"

"You are his family, and I believe you also want to see an even stronger Xiaolong."

"Therefore, it is essential to strike the right balance."

"second."

The Poison Doctor's voice grew even deeper:

"Once he wakes up and learns that the Sun Kingdom was the mastermind behind it all..."

"Given Xiaolong's personality, he will definitely go to the United States immediately to carry out a thunderous revenge."

The conference room was deathly silent.

Everyone knows this is true.

What is Zeng Linglong's personality like?

He has the personality to beat the other person's entire family to a pulp if he gets slapped on the left cheek.

He has the kind of personality that would risk his life to protect his brothers and to seek revenge.

Let him know that the Sun Kingdom is the mastermind, but don't let him take revenge—that would be worse than killing him.