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

Five years later.

At 8 PM, CCTV-1 broadcasts the evening news. All channels simultaneously rebroadcast the program.

The anchor's voice was solemn yet excited; every word seemed to strike the hearts of millions of viewers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we now have an important announcement to make—"

"The hero who was killed by biological weapons while covering the retreat of his compatriots in the evacuation mission in country A in Africa five years ago is still alive."

"He is not only alive, but stronger than ever before."

"The hero has never left; he has always been silently protecting us within the military."

Countless people watching on television were stunned.

Then, I laughed, and then I cried.

Some people covered their faces and squatted on the ground, wailing loudly; some hugged the shoulders of strangers around them and wept with joy; some kept saying to the TV screen, "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

Chenchen is seven years old and has started primary school.

He had just finished dinner when his mother suddenly hugged him and started crying. His grandparents and father were also crying.

Mother's tears were mixed with laughter:

"Chenchen, do you know? The hero who saved us is still alive. He's still protecting us."

"Chenchen, you must remember that your life and your mother's life were saved by those heroes who risked their lives."

"Always remember this for your mother."

Chenchen nodded understandingly and reached out her little hand to wipe away her mother's tears.

"Mom, I remember, I've always remembered. I want to be a hero when I grow up."

At this moment, everyone who knew that Zeng Linglong was recuperating at a sanatorium, and everyone who knew that Zeng Linglong was returning to the capital tonight, turned their attention to Tiankun City.

The entire Zeng family was present, as were Zeng Linglong's maternal grandfather's family and the entire He family.

Everyone's heart is focused on the same direction.

Tiankun City, 9 PM.

Zero Bar, the world's most upscale bar, has long been a popular spot for the wealthy and socialites.

Countless tourists and wealthy people from other places often come here to experience a spiritual vibration and a dreamlike touch.

The bar was packed with people by 8 p.m.

At that moment, a loud car engine roared outside the bar.

Several military trucks belonging to the military district were parked in the bar's parking lot.

"Quickly, quickly, get ready to assemble!" Three minutes later, six hundred soldiers from the military district, fully armed, assembled in an orderly fashion at top speed.

"Right—look!" The soldiers quickly adjusted their positions with small steps, making the formation a straight line.

"Look ahead! Count off!"

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five..." The counting sounds rose and fell like war drums.

"At ease! Attention!"

After the military sub-district chief of staff shouted the command, he quickly turned left and slammed his right military boot hard on the ground with a "thud"!

Then, clench both fists and place them at your waist, run to a position three meters from the commander, pause, and bring your right foot closer to your left foot.

His military salute was standard and forceful:

"Reporting to the Commander, all 600 soldiers are assembled for the alert mission. Please give your instructions!"

The commander's salute was decisive and swift:

"Order: The area around Bar Zero is completely surrounded and secured. No unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter or leave."

"Yes, sir!" The chief of staff quickly turned around, came to the front of the ranks, and gave the order:

"First and second battalions surround the east and west sides; third and fourth battalions surround the north and south sides; the guard company guards the bar entrance. Move out!"

Five minutes later, the area around the bar had been transformed into a steel wall.

The bar was packed with people.

The DJ played fast-paced battle songs, and the subwoofer's cannon fire combined with the 5D battle visuals, creating a realistic battlefield experience.

The guests were drinking, shouting, and swaying.

Thirty car models were leading a dance in mid-air.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage—

There was only one figure on the stage, a figure with long hair and an obscured face.

He was wearing a tight black vest, and the definition of his muscles and the blurry scars on his arms could make a girl scream and cry.

He was wearing tight-fitting military-style combat trousers and military boots.

At that moment, he knelt on the ground and swayed wildly. It wasn't a dance; it was the roar of a ferocious beast.

Its momentum is as powerful as the raging waves of the Yellow River.

Directly in front of him, two squads of fully armed soldiers with painted faces were standing guard.

Those were twenty Dragon Shadow members. They stood there like gods and Buddhas, making people dare not take a step forward.

The guests had never seen such a spectacle before.

Twenty fully armed special forces soldiers guarding a person dancing at a disco – what a shocking and unbelievable scene!

Three top DJ masters, wearing headphones, rapidly tapped and rotated their fingers on the CD while simultaneously adjusting the tuner up and down.

A male DJ's voice is magnetic and alluring:

"Ladies and gentlemen, handsome men and beautiful women!"

"Tonight is a night of revelry, a night of celebration, and an unforgettable night."

"I will soon hear the screams of your souls and see the winds of your power sway."

"Because tonight is the battle song of your souls—"

"Because tonight..."

The DJ suddenly paused, then screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Because everything is free tonight! Scream and dance!"

"Awooo—!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The men went wild, clinking glasses and then downing their drinks in one gulp.

The girls held hands and jumped and skipped around.

Yan Hai, Yang Li, and three others stood inside the suspended booths, opened the glass windows, and stood at the edge.

Five people hugged a giant champagne bottle and sprayed it into the air.

Yan Hai shouted loudly:

"Let's party! Let's scream!"

The bar's roof slowly opened, revealing the night sky and starlight outside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A violent explosion rang out from the sky, like the opening ceremony of the Olympics, as countless colorful fireworks shot into the sky, illuminating the entire night.

The shouts and screams of the guests grew even more intense; they all looked up, gazing at the unforgettable scene that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

But the shock is far from over.

As soon as the fireworks stopped, several military helicopters circled in the sky, the sound of their rotors tearing through the night.

Besides Lone Wolf and his group, the 113 Dragon Shadow members were also fully armed and painted, like heavenly soldiers descending from the sky.

The guests gaped, shook their heads violently in disbelief, their hearts pounding in their chests.

They quickly moved aside.

As soon as the 113 Dragon Shadow team members' boots touched the ground, they quickly stood facing Zeng Linglong.

They looked at their leader, who was still swaying with his eyes closed, on the stage, their eyes filled with tears.

Zeng Linglong's aura was becoming increasingly violent, and the auras of the 133 Dragon Shadow team members were also constantly erupting.

They all raised their rifles in unison, cocked them in perfect unison, pointed them at the sky, and pulled the triggers shut.

Bullets rained down into the sky. The subwoofer also emitted a deafening barrage of gunfire, and the DJ turned the volume up to maximum.

At this moment, Lone Wolf immediately opened two bottles of Moutai and handed them to Zeng Linglong.

Everyone was watching the figure with its eyes still closed, and countless girls covered their lips with their hands.

Zeng Linglong held a bottle of baijiu in each hand and roughly poured the liquor onto his long, flowing hair to wash away five years of repression.

The liquor trickled down his neck, soaking his tight-fitting vest.

As he poured the liquor over himself, he tossed his long hair, the crystal-clear liquid swirling wildly with his head, resembling the tears of a god falling in the wind under the dim light.

"Hahaha—that's awesome!" Zeng Linglong roared, then tilted his head back and gulped down the wine.

Boom boom boom! Three subwoofer shots rang out.

Swoosh...! Countless laser lights shot into the night sky from inside the bar.

Boom boom boom...! The subwoofer immediately started firing again with continuous booms, and countless laser lights shone on every corner of the bar.

Then it spins and flashes rapidly and continuously.

Boom! At the same time, countless fireworks shot into the night sky once again.

Bang! At the same time, Motian Flower Paper and Motian Spray were sprayed onto every person in the crowd.

Then, "Bang!" Zeng Linglong violently smashed the bottle to the ground and then violently tore open his vest.

Covered in scars and adorned with war god totems, he soared like a dragon, his presence reaching into everyone's eyes.

He roared to the heavens, his voice filled with heart-wrenching despair:

"I'm back!"

One hundred and thirty-three Dragon Shadow members knelt on one knee, pounded their right fists into their left chests, and let out three roars:

The first roar: "Welcome back, Boss!"

The girls' eyes widened, their hands trembling as they covered their mouths, shaking their heads and opening their lips wide.

A second roar: "Welcome back, Boss!"

The girls reached out one hand towards Zeng Linglong, while frantically clutching their hair with the other, their mouths trembling and tears streaming down their faces.

A third roar: "Welcome back, Boss!"

The roars, wave after wave, overwhelmed the music and resonated in everyone's souls.

The men stared wide-eyed, their bodies stiff, shaking their heads from side to side in disbelief!

The scene tonight was so explosive, it could have stopped their hearts.

Yan Rugo and Anna were already in tears in the suspended exclusive area.

Their man, their hero, has finally returned.

Mountain Eagle and Old Ghost draped camouflage uniforms over Zeng Linglong's shoulders.

Zeng Linglong suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze now even more profound and weathered.

He quickly turned around, put on his coat, and walked towards the back door.

Behind him, 133 Dragon Shadow members followed closely.

The bar's doors were tightly shut by the guards.

Some girls finally couldn't bear the emotional turmoil of the night and squatted on the ground, crying violently, but they still reached out one hand in that direction, as if to preserve that image.

But none of them knew that the figure was the God of War in the hearts of all the people, the hero of the Dragon Kingdom.

He was trapped here for five years, and he felt depressed for five years.

People have witnessed his glory, but how many people know or understand his experiences and the five years of suffering he endured?