I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain

0003-Anger Of Xanta Family

"Who is he? How dare he come dressed like that?" whispered one guest.

"Does he think this is a night market? Look, even the servers here are dressed better than him," scoffed another guest.

Zander remained unfazed. He strode toward a sofa in the corner of the hall, sat down casually, and grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby table.

With a swift motion, he propped one leg up on the table, exuding the demeanor of a boss.

Across the room, Ganza Xanta-the Xanta family’s second grandson, spotted Zander. His face instantly darkened. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed sharply.

"What the hell is this?!" Ganza hissed furiously.

Without hesitation, Ganza stormed toward Zander, his steps brimming with rage as though he were about to erupt.

Once he reached Zander, he stood directly in front of him, his anger palpable.

"Zander Guezz," Ganza’s voice was cold and filled with venom. "It’s been a long time, but you still have the audacity to show up here? Are you challenging the Xanta family?"

Zander slowly lifted his gaze, staring at Ganza with an indifferent expression. He swirled the wine glass in his hand before replying in a low but sharp voice, "I’m just here to enjoy the party. Is that a problem for you?"

"But you’re not invited to this party!" Ganza snapped, growing increasingly furious at Zander’s blatant nonchalance.

"Really? Aren’t I the future son-in-law of this family?" Zander taunted, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips.

Without a second thought, Ganza threw a punch at Zander’s face.

The blow snapped Zander’s head to the side, but he didn’t retaliate. He simply stood his ground, letting Ganza unleash his fury.

Punch after punch landed on Zander’s cheeks, chin, and temple until his face was swollen and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The guests, who had been watching the scene unfold, remained silent. Some even pulled out their phones to record, while attending journalists eagerly snapped photos.

The flashes from their cameras fired relentlessly, capturing every brutal moment.

Yet, Zander did nothing to fight back. He merely gazed at Ganza with icy eyes, despite his battered face enduring the relentless assault.

"That’s enough, Ganza!" one of the servants attempted to stop the brutal act, but hesitated to approach.

The commotion eventually reached the ears of the other Xanta family’s members, who were entertaining distinguished guests on the other side of the hall.

Darren, upon hearing the uproar, quickly made his way toward the crowd, followed by his father, Mr. Hammo Xanta, and other family members, including Carrez-the second son of Mr. Xanta.

When Darren arrived, he was stunned to see Ganza standing with labored breaths while Zander staggered, his face battered and bruised. Fresh blood trickled from Zander’s lip, sliding slowly down his chin.

"GANZA!" Darren shouted, his voice thundering through the hall, causing his younger brother to turn and look.

Ganza froze, then stepped back a few paces, realizing his actions had been witnessed by many.

"Stop it! What are you doing?!" Darren approached Ganza, gripping his arm tightly as if to restrain him from continuing the assault.

Mr. Hammo appeared behind Darren, his face hardening as he saw Zander. His expression radiated hatred, his eyes glaring sharply at the injured man.

"How dare you show up here!" Mr. Hammo muttered in a low, threatening voice, as if speaking only to himself.

Despite his injuries and unsteady stance, Zander maintained a faint smile on his face.

Carrez, noticing the reporters and cameras scattered throughout the hall, acted quickly.

Carrez approached Zander with a calm expression, but his tone was low and menacing as he whispered in Zander’s ear, "Listen to me... You need to leave now, or I’ll make sure you’ll never survive in this city."

Zander’s faint smile remained, even as blood continued to drip from his lip. He pretended to be in pain, letting out a small groan as he held his bruised face.

The reporters grew more eager, snapping picture after picture, and Zander seized the moment.

Approaching one of the cameras, Zander spoke weakly but clearly. "See how the Xanta family treats their guests," Zander said, deliberately showcasing the blood on his lip.

"Just because I didn’t dress for the occasion, I was mercilessly beaten!"

The guests began murmuring among themselves. Some appeared confused, while others smirked with satisfaction, knowing this scandal would dominate tomorrow’s headlines.

Mr. Hammo growled softly, his eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "Get him out of here," he ordered Carrez.

Before anyone could act, Zander stepped back nonchalantly and turned toward the exit. As he walked through the hall, he cast a glance at Darren, Mr. Hammo, and the entire Xanta family standing frozen. His gaze was cold, victorious.

***

Outside, Zander wiped the blood from his lip, his expression turning blank. The faint smile vanished, replaced by an icy glare.

He stepped into a car with steady strides, despite the swelling and bruises on his face from Ganza’s attack.

Inside, Jacky was waiting, his face filled with worry.

Upon seeing Zander’s condition, Jacky immediately blurted, "Young Master, are you okay? Your injuries—"

Zander raised his hand, cutting Jacky off. He leaned back into the seat casually.

"I’m fine," he said coldly, grabbing a tissue from the dashboard to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Jacky paused for a moment before cautiously adding, "Young Master, Dom just called me. He wants to speak with you directly."

Zander showed no sign of surprise. "Turn up the volume," he commanded curtly.

Jacky quickly connected the call to the car’s speakers.

The deep, authoritative voice of Dom filled the cabin. "Welcome to Venua, Mr. Death." Dom said with reverence.

"My apologies for not greeting you properly at the party earlier. If only you hadn’t insisted on keeping your identity a secret, I would’ve been proud to welcome and introduce you to everyone."

Zander smirked faintly, though his icy demeanor remained unchanged.

"Young Master… how are your injuries? I can send a great doctor to attend to you," Dom offered sincerely.

Zander let out a soft scoff, declining the offer with a flat tone. "No need."

"Of course, Young Master. Are there any additional instructions you’d like me to carry out?" Dom asked.

Zander paused for a moment before replying in a cold, meaningful voice. "Keep digging into the Xanta family. I want to know Biella’s whereabouts."