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

The Poison Doctor sighed, looked at Zeng Linglong, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Xiaolong, your DNA has now been invaded by mustard gas and has produced many cancer cells."

"You may develop throat cancer and lung cancer later on."

He Jing heard this—

A wave of dizziness washed over me; I felt so overwhelmed I almost fell over.

Zeng Lingyu, Yan Ruge, and Anna quickly protected her.

But those girls weren't much better off—

They all struggled to keep their bodies from collapsing.

Their faces were bloodless.

His lips trembled, and the fear in his eyes was like an abyss.

Seeing that they were getting nervous, the poison doctor quickly spoke up:

"But—Little Dragon, don't worry, this is just the beginning!"

"As you know, I started drawing your blood, cultivating and fusing your blood several years ago."

"Now you don't need chemotherapy or radiotherapy at all, not even proton therapy."

"I have been researching DC and NK cell therapy for many years—"

"And we've grown a DC vaccine for you, which can accurately identify cancer cells."

"And well-cultivated NK cells are special forces soldiers, and even more so, direct killers."

"As the first line of defense, it can directly identify and quickly eliminate your cancer cells without any instructions."

"However, all these treatments require continuous cultivation and integration through blood—"

"Then it will be reinfused into your body!"

"It will take three to five years to fully cure this."

"After you recover, your physical condition and immunity will be stronger than they are now."

"Therefore, you can no longer perform combat missions!"

"High-intensity training is also not allowed."

"Don't worry, I, the Poison Doctor, am 100% confident that I can make you fully recover."

"What's the use of that?"

Zeng Linglong roared, interrupting the Poison Doctor.

He finally couldn't contain his anger and began to erupt.

His voice boomed in the laboratory, making the glassware tremble slightly:

"I'm a useless person now!"

"I've endured so much inhuman suffering since I was a child!"

"He's a useless piece of trash who can't even take revenge!"

"Five years...five years!"

"If you make me wait five years, my burning hatred will make me wish I were dead!"

He shook his head violently, his eyes bloodshot.

"I can't wait that long, not even a moment longer!"

He turned to look at Xiaoya and the other two, and roared:

"Xiaoya! Have Guo Wei and the others mobilize all the overseas underworld forces!"

"Get Danny, Lawrence, and Nader to gather all their gang members!"

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I will personally go to the Land of the Sun—to avenge myself!"

It's over. Everyone inside felt like it was the end of the world.

Their worst fears came true.

He Jing ignored her still limp body—

She clung desperately to Zeng Linglong, crying and pleading:

"Xiaolong! Listen to your mother! You can't go now!"

"If you leave, no one can save you from your illness!"

"Mom can't live without you!"

"Your father, your grandparents, your maternal grandparents—they all care about you!"

"Please, Mommy's begging you! Please, Mommy's kneeling down to beg you!"

She was about to kneel down before Zeng Linglong when she spoke.

Ignoring his own injuries, Zeng Linglong immediately grabbed He Jing.

His voice was trembling:

"Mom... please don't stop me, okay? Do you want to see a useless son?"

"You're not useless! You're my Long'er!"

He Jing, tears streaming down her face, grabbed Zeng Linglong and looked into his eyes:

"Xiao Long, you just need to recuperate right now, how can you be considered useless?"

"Besides, there's my son, He Jing—"

"No matter what you become, you will always be my most beloved son."

"Mom doesn't want you to go on missions anymore."

"I just want you to be safe and healthy."

Even if you are a good-for-nothing playboy.

"As long as you're by your mother's side, you're my proudest son."

Zeng Lingyu also grabbed Zeng Linglong, crying and shouting through her tearful eyes:

"Brother! You're not useless! You're the brother I'm most proud of!"

"Aren't you going to dote on me, your younger sister?"

"The younger sister doesn't want to see her brother's condition worsen!"

Yan Rugo and Anna also looked at Zeng Linglong with tears in their eyes.

Yan Ruge wiped away her tears:

"You said you knew how much Anna and I loved you."

"Now that you are alive, you must repay the deep affection that Anna and I have shown you."

"You are our hero, but as a hero, you can't go back on your word."

Anna's voice was choked with sobs:

"If you seek revenge, I will avenge you in return, until I die and go down to join you."

"I think Xiaoya and all your brothers would feel the same way."

"Is this the result you wanted to see?"

"ah--!!!"

Zeng Linglong had nowhere to vent his anger.

He knelt on the ground, tore his shirt, and roared angrily.

The sound was like that of a wounded wild beast—

The silence of the laboratory was shattered.

It tore everyone's heart apart.

Xiaoya cried and grabbed Zeng Linglong:

"Boss! You really can't go in person!"

"We have already launched a retaliatory operation!"

"Guo Wei and his men have already infiltrated Japan!"

"We'll all rush over there then, Hellfire will go, and the Doctor will go too."

"Boss, just focus on recovering. As long as you don't go there yourself—"

"Just tell us what to do, and we'll do it! We guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Zeng Linglong looked up at He Jing, Zeng Lingyu, Yan Rugo, and Anna—

Their tearful and anxious eyes, like four walls, trapped him in the middle.

He then looked at Zeng Sheng's haggard expression and hunched back.

His father, the general who always stood tall, seemed to have had his bones removed at that moment.

His chest heaved violently as he inhaled and exhaled heavily.

These people were all his closest relatives and loved ones.

Their tense and worried expressions kept breaking through his defenses of unwavering revenge.

With each breach of a defensive line, his heart ached a little more.

Finally, Zeng Linglong gently closed his eyes.

He struck his head repeatedly with both hands, once and again.

He Jing saw her son in so much pain—

Just as she was about to pull Zeng Linglong away, Baroque blocked He Jing's way and shook his head at her.

His voice was very soft, like a sigh:

"Let him have some peace and quiet by himself."

"He is Zero, and he has gone through too many hardships along the way."

"No one could persuade him; only he could convince himself."

Baroque led everyone out of the laboratory. The door closed softly.

Inside, only Zeng Linglong remained.

He knelt on the ground, shirtless, blood still seeping from his wound—

The white gauze was stained a shocking red.

His hands were on the ground, his head was bowed, and his shoulders were trembling.

There was no sound, but everyone outside the door could feel the heart-wrenching pain.

Outside, there are eyes filled with concern and worry.

They wanted to look through the wall at the young man who evoked such heartache.

No one spoke, and no one left.

They simply stood there, like statues, like watchmen.