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

Fireworks continued to bloom in the night sky, one after another—

Just like Zeng Linglong's eighteen years of suffering, it finally came to an end at this moment.

But a new chapter has just begun.

Zeng Wen came to Zeng Linglong's side and looked up at the fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The two figures, like two peerless swords of the Dragon Kingdom and the Zeng family, stood there watching each other.

The night wind blew, making their clothes flutter, but their bodies remained motionless, as if they had become one with the world.

Until Zeng Wen turned his head, his gaze falling on Zeng Linglong's profile, his voice low and firm:

"Little Dragon, am I qualified to join Dragon Shadow now?"

Zeng Linglong turned his head and met Zeng Wen's gaze.

The brothers' eyes met in the night sky, one deep and unfathomable, the other resolute and unwavering.

Then, Zeng Linglong revealed a bright smile, a smile devoid of the coldness and ruthlessness of the battlefield, only filled with the warmth between brothers.

"Brother, is it my fault that I kicked you into hellfire?"

Zeng Wen's lips curled up in anger:

"What do you think? Without revealing a single clue, I was kicked into hellfire by you without even knowing what was going on."

"As soon as I arrived at Hellfire Base—before I could even react, Baroque kicked me straight into Hell."

"Of course I blame you, brother."

He paused, his smile widening. "It's your fault—you kicked me too late."

"Hehe—" Zeng Wen laughed for a while, then his expression turned serious, and he looked directly into Zeng Linglong's eyes:

"If I had gone to Hellfire sooner, Little Dragon, maybe you wouldn't have had to carry the burden alone."

Zeng Linglong smiled and turned around, looking at Zeng Wen, raising his right hand to shoulder level, forming a handshake.

Zeng Wen raised his right hand without hesitation, and the two brothers faced each other, their hands clasped tightly.

The force was like the clamping of iron pincers, the bones making a slight "crackling" sound, but neither of them let go.

Zeng Linglong's tone was very calm, as if he were stating a well-known rule:

"Brother, I bear the responsibility for the country, you bear the responsibility for the family."

"We brothers are both shouldering this responsibility, we're inseparable. So, welcome to Dragon Shadow, my brother."

Zeng Wen's grip tightened, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his voice like the clanging of steel:

"Okay! You carry yours, I'll carry mine."

"Sons of the Zeng family, if you're going to be a soldier, be the strongest soldier."

"Shoulder the heaviest responsibility."

"Fight the fiercest battle."

"Brother Wen, Brother Long, what are you two talking about so mysteriously?"

The Zeng sisters, Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke, came running over, panting, their faces showing excitement and a hint of lingering enjoyment.

Zeng Yuan then spoke, her voice clear and melodious:

"Yan Hai said it's New Year's Eve tonight, and we're going to party until dawn. He said he'll take us to his newly bought bar. Do you two want to come?"

Zeng Linglong raised an eyebrow and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Yes, of course we're going! All of us of our generation are going tonight."

Go have some fun, go see how absolutely amazing my dance moves are!

He twisted his hips, then slashed forward with his right hand, like a battle command, the sound ringing out powerfully:

"LET'S GO! Let's go!"

"Let's go!" Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke, the two sisters, happily imitated Zeng Linglong by slashing forward with their right hands, their ponytails swinging behind their heads, their eyes curving into crescents as they smiled.

Several cars started up quickly.

The roar of the engine echoed through the night, and the headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the road ahead.

Xiaoya, who was chatting with her parents in the living room, hurriedly ran out of the house, shouting as she ran:

"Wait for me! Wait for me!" She then quickly jumped into Yan Hai's car, slammed the door shut, and said to him:

"Drive! I hear you guys rave about how fun bars are, and I can't wait to go!"

Yan Hai looked dejected and scratched the back of his head: "Sister Xiaoya, I drank a bit too much tonight, I don't think I can drive."

"Oh dear, you're so clumsy! It's just a little wine! Get down, I'll open it!"

Xiaoya hurriedly dragged Yan Hai down, her movements as rough as if she were grabbing a chick.

Then she got in the car, quickly shifted gears, and slammed on the gas pedal—"Boom—!"

The engine speed suddenly increased, the tires spun rapidly on the ground, making a screeching sound, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air.

Then the car shot off like an arrow, taking the lead.

"Sister Xiaoya—wait for me! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

Yan Hai waved desperately behind the car, chasing after it, his figure growing smaller and smaller in the headlights.

Yang Li, in the passenger seat, gripped the handrail above the window tightly with both hands, his voice trembling:

"Sister... Sister Xiaoya, Brother Hai... Brother Hai hasn't come up yet."

"You're so stupid!" Xiaoya said as she slammed on the brakes.

The sudden stop caused the rear tires to lift high into the air before slamming back down onto the ground, causing the vehicle to shake violently.

Li Lunjie, Tengfei, and Hu Sanshao in the back seat piled up like a human pyramid, all rushing towards the front seats, face to face, head to head, squeezed together.

At this moment, Yan Hai opened the car door, panting heavily. He had barely gotten in and was not even settled when the car sped off again.

Then the four people behind them formed a human pyramid, and Li Lunjie hurriedly shouted:

"Xiao Hai, close the car door quickly! The car door isn't closed yet!"

The car door clattered in the night wind, and cold air rushed into the car, making Yan Hai and the others' hair stand on end.

Ten minutes later, a screeching sound of brakes echoed from the main entrance of the Night Banquet Bar—"Screech—!!!"

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, startling the two hostesses and two security guards at the entrance, who gasped and took several steps back.

Then Yan Hai and the other four quickly got out of the car and squatted down to vomit violently.

I vomited up everything from tonight's New Year's Eve dinner. My stomach acid was churning in my throat, and I even choked on it until tears came to my eyes.

Xiaoya slowly got off the bus last, chewing gum in her mouth, looking completely nonchalant.

She brushed off non-existent dust from her skirt and casually tossed the car keys over: "Let someone drive your boss, Mr. Yan's, car away."

A security guard rushed forward, about to say, "Excuse me, this is the main entrance, you can't park here," when before he could even finish speaking, the keys had already flown into his pocket. He stood there, stunned and at a loss.

Yan Hai coughed as he looked up and waved to the security guard, his fingers swaying in the night breeze.

When the security guard recognized him as the new boss, he quickly and obsequiously approached Yan Hai, offering him a tissue to wipe his mouth. He was extremely careful, afraid of upsetting the man.

Yan Hai's tone was angry, his voice hoarse yet authoritative:

"Are you all blind? Don't you recognize my car? Quickly tell Manager Huang to arrange drinks for my private booth; I have a lot of friends coming over later. Anyone who hesitates or tries to cause me trouble, get out!"

"Okay, okay! I'll go inform General Manager Huang right away!" The security guard nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran, almost tripping over his own foot.

Xiaoya patted Yan Hai's shoulder with a look of disgust, her tone full of teasing: "Hey Yan, all I did was drive a little faster, right? You're acting so weak! You're throwing up like this?"

Yan Haisheng raised his head listlessly, his eyes vacant, his voice weak:

"Big sister, you weren't driving too fast, you were flying too low! We're just thankful our hearts didn't jump out of our chests."

At that moment, several more cars came hurtling towards them.

A military SUV slammed on its brakes just five centimeters in front of Yang Li, the front of the vehicle almost touching his nose.

The ear-piercing screech of brakes tore through the night sky, startling Yang Li so much that his legs trembled, and he instinctively shielded his eyes from the bright light, his face turning ashen.

Tie Zhu kicked open the car door and got out, his military boots slamming heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

He was dressed in a black jacket, his muscles bulging under the lights, like a moving mountain.

Tie Zhu looked at Yang Li with disdain, his eyes full of contempt:

"Sigh, with this kind of mentality, you dare to follow the boss? You guys need to work on your nerves. I can drift in a tank, how could I possibly hurt you with a car?"

After saying that, he strode forward, leaving Yang Li alone, bewildered in the night wind.