Darren exhaled deeply, trying to remain calm. He knew his father was nearly impossible to reason with when angry.
“Dad…” Darren began, his voice firm but respectful. “I can’t speak directly to Mr. Death. In fact, I’ve never even met him.” Mr. Hammo narrowed his eyes, displeased with the answer. “What do you mean? You’re my eldest son! You’re responsible for this family’s safety!” “Mr. Death isn’t someone who can be contacted carelessly,” Darren replied. “Our partnership with V-Tech happened through his mediation, but Mr. Dom was the one who handled everything.” Mr. Hammo frowned, confusion and anger battling on his face. “So, what are you saying? That we should beg Dom for help now?” “That’s the issue,” Darren continued. “Asking for help through Mr. Dom could strain the business relationship we’ve built. If we appear desperate or reckless, he might pull out. You know how crucial our relationship with Dom is for the family’s business, Dad.” Mr. Hammo stepped closer, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’re giving Dom too much respect! You’re embarrassing me, Darren. Don’t act like a coward!” Darren tried to reason further. “This is about strategy. We can’t be hasty. If our relationship with Dom fractures, the fallout will destroy our family, Dad.” “We both know Mr. Dom is an honest man,” Darren added. “He’s never been involved in illegal activities. If we ask him to approach Mr. Death to eliminate Zander, he won’t help us.” But his explanation didn’t land. Mr. Hammo raised his hand, pointing at Darren with a trembling finger, his rage unabated. “Listen to me!” he shouted, his voice quivering. “Don’t revere Dom too much! Dom is no greater than us. His wealth is on par with our family’s, nothing more!” Darren held his breath, trying not to rise to his father’s provocations. Deep down, he knew that wasn’t true. Mr. Hammo turned away, facing the large portrait of the Xanta family hanging on the wall. He spoke in a low tone, almost as if to himself. “If only our family hadn’t gone bankrupt decades ago because of Joseph Guezz,” he said with a tone of regret, “we’d be the richest family in Venua today. Even Dom would bow to us!” Darren remained silent, knowing that dredging up the past would only worsen the situation. Standing tall, Darren locked eyes with his father. His voice was low but resolute. “Dad, listen to me. I’ll handle Zander my own way. I’ll make sure he leaves Venua, or if necessary…” Darren paused, taking a deep breath, “…I’ll kill him.” Mr. Hammo stared at his son for a long moment, searching his face for certainty. After a lengthy pause, he gave a slow nod. “Don’t fail,” he said, his tone more warning than encouragement. “I won’t,” Darren replied firmly. Without another word, Mr. Hammo turned and left the room. Ever since Zander Guezz’s sudden appearance at yesterday’s party, the entire Xanta family had been on edge. No one had expected the son of Joseph Guezz, who had vanished for seven years, to suddenly show up at an event meant to showcase the Xanta family’s prestige. Zander didn’t just arrive—he brought an air of menace with him. Every member of the Xanta family felt threatened. They knew Zander wasn’t just dangerous because of his intelligence, but because of his unwavering determination to avenge what had happened to his family in the past. No one knew what Zander’s next move would be, but everyone understood one thing: his presence was a real and undeniable threat. With renewed determination, Darren began planning his next steps to eliminate Zander.In the Morning, at the Golf Course... The expansive golf course stretched under the warm morning sun. The neatly trimmed green grass and the soft breeze carried the fresh scent of earth. Zander stood confidently, dressed in a sleek black polo shirt and crisp white pants. In his hands was an expensive-looking golf club. Beside him, Jacky stood casually, wearing a baseball cap. Zander took his position, his sharp eyes fixed on the golf ball resting on the tee. With a precise swing, his club struck the ball, sending it flying far into the distance and landing perfectly in the hole. “Nice shot, Young Master!" Jacky exclaimed in admiration. Zander offered a faint smile. “Golf is like warfare strategy. It’s not about power—it’s about precision.” Jacky nodded with a grin. “No wonder you always win.” Zander prepared another ball. But before he could take his swing, a faint buzzing sound filled the air. A small black drone emerged from behind the trees, flying low over
Darren didn’t answer his friend’s question. His phone rang again—another unknown number. Hesitant, Darren picked up. "Finally, you answered," a cold, heavy voice spoke from the other end, intimidating in its tone. "I’ve been trying to reach you, but you kept ignoring my calls." Darren recognized the voice immediately. It is Huros—the notorious crime boss known throughout Venua as a deadly shadow. His reputation in illegal dealings was unshakable. Darren sighed, realizing he hadn’t noticed Huros’ repeated attempts to contact him because he’d been partying. "Yesterday, you hired me to kill someona. I used my best method—the lethal drone." "Every target I’ve ever gone after has always ended up dead. But...He survived," Huros reported, his voice sharp and blunt. "I paid you $20 million, Huros. And what’s the result? He’s still alive! You’re incompetent!" Darren snapped, his anger spilling over. "Watch your mouth!" Huros replied coolly, his voice now edged with a dangerous thr
Dom began to explain, “After Mr. Xanta’s death, the position of head of the family remained vacant. During his lifetime, he had never named an heir to the family, so his wife—Madam Vioga Ode—temporarily assumed leadership of the family. However, it didn’t last long.” “Before her death, Madam Vioga declared in her will that the next head of the Xanta family would be Biella.” Jacky raised an eyebrow. “Why Biella? Isn’t the heir usually the eldest son or a male descendant?” “True,” Dom nodded. “However, in this case, Madam Vioga didn’t see any leadership potential in her three sons—Hammo, Galio, and Carrez. Moreover, the three of them have a terrible reputation.” “The public has long rumored them to be men who indulge in same-sex relationships, which is still taboo and illegal in Venua. Additionally, there is evidence suggesting their involvement in satanic rituals.” Zander slightly raised his head, his sharp eyes focusing intently. “Is that just a rumor, or is there concrete e
The Next Day, at Net TV Headquarter... Darren strode confidently through the main entrance of the Net TV building. His tailored blue suit fit him perfectly, and his dark sunglasses added an air of authority to his presence. He paused briefly, scanning the room with a satisfied smile. However, that smile quickly turned into a smirk when he spotted a familiar figure. Zander, dressed in a gray janitor’s uniform, was mopping the floor near the entrance. His movements were steady and unhurried, seemingly indifferent to the glances from passersby. Darren approached him, dramatically removing his sunglasses, and let out a small laugh. "HAHA! So," Darren said mockingly, "after seven years in the military, you’re back here… as a janitor? How pathetic!" Zander stopped his work for a moment, meeting Darren’s gaze with a blank expression before giving him a polite nod. There was no anger, no retaliation. Darren leaned in closer, his voice dropping but still dripping with disdain. "Yo
Meanwhile, on social media, Biella Xanta’s name had once again become a hot topic. Internet users recognized her as a famous beauty influencer with over one billion followers before she vanished from the digital world two years ago. "Where is Biella Xanta? Why did she disappear so suddenly?" wrote one social media user. "She was such an inspiration to young women like me. I hope she's doing okay," wrote another. Biella was also remembered as a brilliant and accomplished young woman. Three years ago, the official Venua magazine named her the most influential young woman in her country. Her achievements in business and her efforts to inspire young women to pursue higher education were widely discussed topics. However, for the past two years, all of Biella's social media accounts had been inactive. There was no official announcement about her departure, and since then, her name had nearly disappeared from the news.*** At the Xanta Family Mansion... The grand hall of the Xanta f
Huros stood with a confident posture, his muscular frame casting a massive shadow under the streetlight. Every inch of his body showed the perfection of a man sculpted by two decades of experience as an elite soldier and martial arts trainer. His gaze was cold, radiating an unwavering belief in his own victory. He clapped his hands slowly, as if giving Zander a moment to prepare. “You know,” Huros began in a calm yet sharp tone, “I’m not just some street brawler. Twenty years in the military, internationally certified, and recognized as one of the top five fighters in the world—those aren’t titles you earn by luck.” Zander stared at him without emotion, his body relaxed yet ready, poised in a defensive stance. Huros smirked and lunged forward with incredible speed for a man of his size. His fist sliced through the air, aiming straight for Zander’s jaw. Zander tilted his head slightly, dodging the attack with minimal, efficient movement. In retaliation, Zander delivered a low kic
Zander pressed his foot harder against Huros's chest, causing the large man to grimace in pain. Zander's eyes remained sharp, his voice low but intimidating. "Who sent you?" he asked coldly. Huros stayed silent, trying to endure the pain. However, his breaths grew shorter, and blood began to drip from the corner of his mouth. "I’ll ask you one more time," Zander said, pressing his foot down even harder on Huros's chest. "Speak, or I’ll send you to hell right now." Huros groaned in pain, his hands clutching Zander's leg as if trying to push it off, but his strength was clearly insufficient. Finally, in a halting voice, he spoke. "D-Darren Xanta... he sent me." Zander loosened his pressure slightly but kept his position. "Why?" Huros weakly nodded. "He said you... are a threat to him that must... be eliminated." Zander stared at him for a few seconds, ensuring Huros wasn’t hiding anything. Then, he lifted his foot from the man's chest but remained standing close. "Go t
However, attention quickly shifted when one of the guests, a young woman known as a social activist, stood up and spoke. "Mr. Dom, I just want to thank you for your continued support for our orphanage," she said loudly, enough for everyone to hear. "Without you, many children would not receive a proper education." Dom turned toward her and smiled sincerely. "Thank you for your hard work. I’m just contributing a little; the real effort comes from you and your team." Hammo appeared uncomfortable, feeling that this moment was stealing his spotlight. He tried to add something. "I also believe that the education of children is the future of Venua. If I am elected governor, it will be my top priority." However, Dom simply nodded without offering further response. Dom walked to the back room, leaving the bustle of the hall. There, he met Reina, his loyal business advisor. The professionally dressed woman was examining the tablet in her hands, analyzing media reports and public op