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

Inside the Night Banquet Bar, the air was as still as iron.

The lights were still dim, the subwoofer had long since fallen silent, leaving only broken glass, overturned tables and chairs, and thugs lying haphazardly on the ground groaning.

Liang Yuan lay curled up in a pool of blood, shot once in each of his right and left legs and right arm. Blood gushed from the bullet holes, staining his expensive custom-made suit red.

The man who once held sway over Tiankun City was now deathly pale, his lips trembling as he tried to say something, but could only manage a muffled groan.

Yan Hai stood in front of the booth, his hands in his pockets, looking down at Liang Yuan.

His face showed neither anger nor smugness, only a calmness beyond his years.

During his time with Zeng Linglong, he learned one thing—power should not be abused.

True power is about helping ordinary people at the bottom of society obtain fairness and justice, and bringing those who use their power to oppress others to trial and punishment.

Once power is wielded, it will be swift and decisive, standing on the high ground of law and truth, killing anyone who stands in its way, and thus gaining benefits through strategic maneuvering.

These principles cannot be learned from books; you can only gradually understand them by following that person.

"Dad, something's happened in Tiankun City, and it's gotten into trouble with Brother Long."

"Brother Long said there might be a big fish, and he asked Yan Hai and a few of us to handle it..."

Hu Sanshao answered the phone, his voice even more urgent. He knew how to say something to make his family take it seriously:

"Grandpa, someone's trying to take over Brother Long's bar, and they're threatening to harm Ru Ge and Anna..."

Li Lunjie and Tengfei also made phone calls, with similar content.

They didn't embellish the story; they simply stated the facts—because the facts themselves were enough to make their family take it seriously and be furious.

Yan Hai was the last to pick up his phone and call Yan Fushan.

When the call connected, he only said one sentence:

"Grandpa, someone in Tiankun City is trying to take down my bar. They even said they want my sister and Anna to drink with me."

"My brother-in-law just gave them a good beating, saying there's a big fish coming and he wants me to handle it personally."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Yan Fushan's voice came, eerily calm:

"I understand. Your brother-in-law is testing you, and also giving you a chance to practice."

"You just focus on setting up your plan—the rest will be handled by others."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Hai put his phone in his pocket and gently closed his eyes.

The test my brother-in-law gives me will definitely not be easy.

He doesn't need to do anything himself to deal with these people; a single phone call is enough.

There must be a deeper meaning behind his actions.

Truth, law, power, interests, and big fish are separated, overlapped, and analyzed in his mind, like a precise game of chess.

He recalled the essential lessons his brother-in-law had taught him that morning—the relationship between cigarette boxes and cigarettes, the checks and balances and power struggles in the political landscape, and the balancing act between human nature and self-interest.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and his brain was racing.

After the analysis was completed, Yan Hai suddenly opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He approached the lone wolf and whispered to him for over a minute.

Lone Wolf's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened, and finally he patted Yan Hai's shoulder heavily, revealing a look of excitement.

Yan Hai then called Teng Ao again, chatted for a while, and then asked Yang Li to bring over the USB drive containing the bar's surveillance footage.

After doing all that, he sat excitedly on the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it contentedly.

The amber-colored liquor swirled in the glass, and a faint smile always played on his lips—the composure of a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait after setting a trap.

The lone wolf and the tyrannosaurus have begun their operation.

They first took videos and photos of the drugs, all the thugs, and the police, the camera panning across every terrified face, every machete, and every packet of drugs.

The flashes of light in the dimly lit bar were like a verdict recording evidence of a crime.

Then, they tied up all the police officers and thugs.

After doing all this, Lone Wolf sent the relevant videos to Yan Hai.

Yan Hai chuckled and tapped the screen lightly—the video was sent.

Only he knows where those videos and pictures will end up.

A short while later, a figure appeared at the door.

Around thirty years old, he bears some resemblance to Liang Yuan, but their temperaments are completely different.

His steps were steady, but his eyes flashed with a sharp glint, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness.

Liang Cheng is a figure who practically controls both the legitimate and criminal worlds in Yunhai Province.

On the surface, he is an entrepreneur, controlling trading companies, pharmaceutical companies, and several major construction engineering companies.

In secret, he also controls the dark forces throughout Yunhai Province, including casinos, nightclubs, and drugs.

He and Liang Yuan are brothers. He is in charge of the white side, and his younger brother is in charge of the black side. On the surface, they have different roles, but in reality, he is in control of everything.

He wasn't wrong. Whether someone wanted to stay in Tiankun City or be driven out of Tiankun City was simply a matter of saying a few words.

But this time he ran into a brick wall, encountering Zeng Linglong and Yan Hai.

It's fair to say that almost everyone he encountered tonight was someone he couldn't afford to offend, including Lone Wolf and others.

But he was completely unaware of this, and forcefully entered the bar surrounded by eight bodyguards, heading towards Yan Hai's booth.

But then something infuriated him—he first saw his brother lying in a pool of blood, and then someone pressed a gun against his head.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his temple; the metallic chill penetrated his skin and pierced straight to his bone marrow.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. This was the first time in his life he had been ignored like this, the first time someone had a gun pointed at his head like a criminal.

Tyrannosaurus Rex ignored his anger, searched him thoroughly, and then spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone—pointing his finger in Yan Hai's direction:

"Go on." Then, pointing to the bodyguard behind Liang Cheng, he shook his head.

"You can't go over there, you just have to stand still. Don't move around, or I'm afraid my gun might accidentally fire."

Liang Cheng's chest heaved violently, and his eyes narrowed into slits, those slits resembling a cold glint capable of cutting through anything.

His knuckles were cracking and trembling violently.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and sat down in front of Yan Hai, his tone like hailstones pelting him:

"Are you the owner of this bar?"

Yan Hai didn't look at him, but stared at the wine glass in front of him, his tone indifferent:

"You are being very rude. First, I didn't ask you to sit down; second, you should have identified yourself."

Liang Cheng gritted his teeth, shaking his head from side to side, but his eyes remained coldly fixed on Yan Hai:

"I'm Liang Cheng, Liang Yuan's older brother. Were you the one talking to me just now? Did you fire the gun on my brother?"

"Oh—" Yan Hai drawled out.

"Oh, it's you. I'm sorry you're late."

"The person who fired the shot should go home and get some rest. You might not even have the right to meet him."

"So, the person who spoke to you and fired the shot is gone."

"Gone...?" Liang Cheng spat out two words in an icy tone, then chuckled coldly.

"As long as he's still in Tiankun City, I can find him. He can't escape."

"I will repay my brother tenfold for everything he suffered tonight."

"Don't think that just because you have guns, you can call the shots in Tiankun City."

"The outside is full of my people now."

"Furthermore, because your identities are suspicious, you were illegally carrying firearms and fired at others, the SWAT team will be here soon. Even if you have powerful connections, where do you think you can escape to?"

"Don't worry, I'll wait. Once everyone who's supposed to come has arrived, I'll slowly torture you to death."

Hahaha—Yan Hai slapped the sofa with both hands, laughing so hard he almost cried.

Then his eyes turned cold as he looked at Liang Cheng, his tone arrogant:

"You know what? This world is huge, and you've never met a truly powerful person."

"So—" He paused for a moment:

"There are many people you can't afford to offend, not even if you don't take any action, just your words won't do."

"The threat you just mentioned is enough. Because the person who fired the shot—is your nightmare. Arrest him!"

Yan Hai decisively uttered two words.

Lone Wolf chuckled and pointed his gun at Liang Cheng: "Sorry, you're under arrest."