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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of car doors opening behind Tie Zhu rang out one after another, and more than a dozen people got out of the car and walked over.

At this moment, all the top playboys and troublemakers of the Dragon Kingdom have arrived.

I came to this city far from the capital, and to this unassuming bar.

Zeng Linglong chuckled, his hands in his pockets, his steps light and casual, his voice full of excitement:

"Let's keep drinking tonight, and then start dancing—"

Then, with his feet turned outwards, he took the lead and walked towards the door. Beside him were Ru Ge and Anna, and behind him were the Zeng family members and the Dragon Shadow team members.

The group was large and imposing, like soldiers going into battle.

Upon entering the bar, the deep, resonant bass sound, like muffled thunder, instantly assaulted everyone's eardrums.

Xiaoya immediately transformed into a street thug, chewing gum, swaying her body, and shaking her head as if she had been struck by electricity, her whole body trembling.

Her ponytail swung back and forth behind her head, her hands waved in the air, her eyes were half-closed, and she was immersed in the ocean of music.

The bar was at its most explosive moment.

The sounds of music, shouts, clinking glasses, and DJ calls mingled with the various smells of alcohol, perfume, and sweat, representing the youthful impulsiveness and desires that filled the space.

On the dance floor, men and women swayed their bodies, their hair swinging in the air, and sweat glistening under the lights.

Some people walked between the booths with wine glasses in hand, while others stood on the speakers and shouted.

The lights flickered on and off, laser beams drew streaks of light through the air, and the white mist emitted by the smoke machine swirled under the lights, like a dream.

Manager Huang of the bar personally led Zeng Linglong and his group to their private booth.

That was the top seat in the bar, with the best view. Leather sofas formed a semi-circle, and in front of them was a crystal coffee table already laden with various drinks.

Whiskey, brandy, champagne, red wine, along with several buckets of ice and fruit platters.

Lone Wolf, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and six Dragon Shadow members, dressed in custom-made black suits and wearing bone conduction earpieces, stood tall and had cool expressions. They were scattered in key positions, firmly surrounding the booth.

Their eyes were sharp as eagles, scanning their surroundings, and they would immediately detect any suspicious approach.

Their hands were on their hips, where loaded pistols were, but at that moment, a faint smile played on their lips—

This is the New Year, this is celebration, this is a moment of peace they bought with their lives.

The music stopped. Everyone in the bar stopped moving, stopped drinking, and stopped shouting.

Everyone fell silent and watched Zeng Linglong and his group.

Because Zeng Linglong and his group were too eye-catching, each of them possessing an extraordinary temperament—Yan Ruge's cold beauty was like a snow lotus on an iceberg.

Anna's exotic charm is like a rose in the desert.

Zeng Lingyu's gentleness is like a willow in the spring breeze.

Xiaoya's liveliness is like that of a deer in the forest.

Furthermore, Zeng Linglong, Tie Zhu, and Ye Feng's unruly nature is like three sharp swords drawn from their sheaths.

Yan Hai and his companions possessed the air of noble young masters, like scions of a distinguished family who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Coupled with the ruthlessness of Lone Wolf and his companions, they are like ghosts in the dark night.

Wow, these people have all the fantasies that young people have.

At this moment, Yan Hai stepped onto the sofa, his leather shoes making a dull sound as they stomped on the leather surface.

Manager Huang immediately presented the microphone, holding it with both hands as if offering a scepter. Yan Hai took the microphone, waved it with his hand, and spoke with an air of dominance and encouragement:

"It's a pleasure to enjoy this first midnight of the new year with everyone tonight!"

His gaze swept across the entire room, like a general inspecting his soldiers:

"Tonight is also the happiest and most meaningful day for my two older sisters and my brother-in-law, and it is also the happiest day for all my brothers and sisters."

"So, to celebrate, and to let everyone share in this joy—"

He shouted arrogantly, his voice echoing through the bar:

"Can we all raise a glass to my brother-in-law and my two sisters? Tonight, everything is on me! All expenses paid!"

"Awooo—!!!" The crowd erupted in cheers! Screams, whistles, and applause rose and fell like a tsunami.

The DJ's sensible voice immediately rang out, magnetic and persuasive:

"Handsome guys and beautiful ladies, let's raise our glasses and shout—to our brother-in-law, to our sister, to our God of Wealth, and to our youthful years!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The bar was filled with a thick fog and confetti.

Smoke swirled under the lights, and confetti drifted through the air like snowflakes or flower petals.

Everyone raised their glasses at the same time, shouting, "To my brother-in-law! To my sister! To our youthful years!"

Yan Hai downed the wine in one gulp, the liquid flowing down his throat, spicy and scalding hot.

He burst into arrogant laughter again, the sound particularly jarring against the music:

"Let's keep drinking and dancing!"

The DJ turned the subwoofer volume up to the maximum, "Boom boom boom—!!!" The fast rock music immediately assaulted everyone's nerves, the drumbeats like heartbeats, like war drums.

The DJ's magnetic voice is also impacting everyone's brain's drive nerves:

"Ladies and gentlemen, sway your bodies to the music, sway your desires, sway your universe and your future—shout, scream—!!!"

"Oh oh oh—!" "La la la—!" The crowd jumped and danced. Everyone has youthful exuberance, everyone has innocent fantasies, and at this moment, they are displayed to the fullest.

Xiaoya rushed onto the stage and began to sway.

Her body writhed under the lights like a serpent, every joint vibrating in time with the music.

Her ponytail arced through the air as she raised her hands above her head, fingers outstretched, as if grasping musical notes in the air.

Her eyes were closed, the corners of her mouth were turned up, and she was completely immersed in the ocean of music.

Yan Hai and the other four young masters were also wavering.

Yan Hai swayed his hips, his hands swinging at his waist, his eyes half-closed, and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking utterly nonchalant.

Tengfei was jumping with the most passion; his shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, but he was completely unaware of it.

Yang Li jumped the stiffest, like a log swaying in the wind, which made Li Lunjie and Hu Sanshao burst into laughter.

Ye Feng and Tie Zhu were dragged onto the stage by Zeng Linglong.

Ye Feng closed his eyes, his hands drawing strange arcs in the air, his footwork moving as if setting up an array, his whole being leaping out of the scene of a mage performing a ritual.

Those around were dumbfounded, wondering whether this person was dancing or casting a spell.

With his eyes closed, Tie Zhu swayed his body to the music, swinging his hands in front of his chest. He jumped out like a male bear seducing a female bear, clumsy yet adorable, causing the girls around him to cover their mouths and giggle.

Zeng Linglong no longer resorts to punching and kicking.

He was just wiggling his hips, shaking his head, waving his hands, and sweating profusely.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary young man. He closed his eyes, smiled, and sweat dripped from his forehead onto his collar.

Yan Rugo and Anna looked at the figure on the stage with tears in their eyes; that was their world.

At this moment, the figure is no longer a lion in the forest, nor an eagle in the sky.

He was just a dragon temporarily trapped here.

Both of these exceptionally beautiful women knew that this dragon had a lot of bitterness, exhaustion, and repression.

He used music to numb, to restrain, and to release emotions.

Because he didn't want to upset anyone who cared about him.

Yan Rugo and Anna looked at each other.

Yan Ruge wiped her eyes, smiled slightly, and her smile blossomed under the lamplight, like the warm winter sun:

"The king will eventually return. I too must go to war—to keep up with our king's footsteps, so that when the king's sword points to the world, I can hold the hilt of his sword."

Anna nodded firmly, her gaze unwavering.

"For our hero, when he goes to the Kingdom, I can clothe him in battle armor."

From this moment forward, these two exceptional women are about to embark on their journey to become global business queens.

For their beloved, they too will—point their swords at the world.