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I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0024-Brutal Fight
Seeing their boss being shouted at by Zander, two burly men, Galio's subordinates, immediately stepped forward to confront Zander, threatening him not to act rudely here. Jacky moved ahead to block them. "Leave this place if you can't show respect to our boss!" one of the burly men said to Zander, glancing at Jacky. Zander responded coldly, "I asked your boss nicely, but it seems he prefers rough methods." "Yep, Zander. I don't like polite negotiations," Galio replied arrogantly. Standing behind his subordinates, Galio lazily waved his hand. "Take them down!" he ordered with fury. Twelve massive men moved in unison. Their footsteps echoed, and their faces were filled with rage. Three military commanders from the Rhett Academy, each wearing black combat uniforms that had seen countless fierce battles, stepped forward near Jacky, ready to face the twelve burly men. One of the Rhett Academy commanders, Levi, tightened his gloves. "It's been a while since I beat up street
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0025-At Nursing Home
Zander stood in the middle of the room, his sharp eyes fixed on Galio, who now had no options left. The aftermath of the battle lingered in the air, with Galio's henchmen sprawled unconscious on the floor. The guests who had been indulging in alcohol and drugs earlier had all hurriedly fled the house, leaving Galio completely alone. "I'll ask you one last time," Zander said coldly. His voice wasn’t loud, but the weight of his words made the air feel heavier. "Where is Biella?" Galio gritted his teeth, his face flushed with humiliation and rage. He glared at Zander with burning eyes, but there was nothing he could do. All his men had been defeated, and no one would come to his aid now. "You think I'll betray my family just because you've won here?" Galio said bitterly, his voice dripping with hatred. Zander let out a small sigh, as though disappointed but not surprised. "I tried to be reasonable, but it seems you prefer I take another approach." Jacky, standing by Zan
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0026-A Plump Woman
Zander stood in front of the Atome Nursing Home gate with Jacky. The place looked extremely run-down from the outside. The paint on the walls was peeling, the rusty gate was nearly collapsing, and wild bushes grew unchecked around the property. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, interrupted only by the occasional sound of insects. Jacky glanced around with raised eyebrows. "Young Master, is this really a nursing home? It looks like it’s been abandoned." Zander didn’t reply, simply pushing the gate, which creaked softly as it swung open, and stepping inside. Jacky followed, his gaze scanning the place with suspicion. Once they entered the main building, the interior wasn’t much better. A damp, musty smell filled the air, the walls were stained, and parts of the wooden floor were rotting. However, it was indeed a nursing home. In the corners of the room, elderly residents sat in wheelchairs or lay on simple beds. There were about 15 elderly people in the room, most of th
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0027-Biella...
Zander followed the plump woman's steps down the narrow, dark corridor. The damp smell grew stronger as they neared a room at the very corner of the old nursing home. The woman stopped in front of a sturdy wooden door, looking more robust than the others, and took a key from the hook on her waist. "Why is she locked in here, while the others are free to wander around?" Zander asked, his voice flat but sharp. The woman chuckled softly, "She often tries to escape. It’s such a hassle for me. So it's better to keep her locked up." The door creaked open, revealing a sight that made Zander’s heart feel as though it was being squeezed. The room was filthy, full of dust, and the stench hit his nose. The corners were filled with piles of ragged fabric and broken items. In the middle of the chaos, sat Biella, her body thin, her long hair tangled and disheveled. When she heard the door open, she slowly turned her head. Her clothes were ragged, and her eyes looked empty, as if
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0028-You'll Be Safe
Soon after, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Jacky appeared, his face serious. "Young Master..." he said immediately, without any pleasantries. "Hugo is buying food for the elderly. I’ve also interrogated Galio." Zander shot Jacky a sharp look, his eyes full of expectation for an answer. "And what did he say?" Jacky took a deep breath before responding. "Galio confessed that Biella was deliberately placed in this nursing home by her father, Hammo Xanta." Zander’s expression turned cold. Jacky continued, "He even injected Biella with a special drug. That’s why her face became wrinkled and aged like that." "She also lost her memory, and the effects of the drug have left her unable to speak properly. The only sound she can make is screams." Zander clenched his fists, his anger clearly visible. "Galio admitted one thing: Hammo ordered him to watch over Biella here, to ensure she doesn’t escape. This place was chosen because it’s remote and hard to reach." Zand
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0029-Madam Nousa Has Arrived, Sir!
Meanwhile, after that day… In Galob, the most remote area of Venua. In a dark room lit only by a desk lamp, Voss sat with a tense expression. He stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray overflowing with ash. His gaze was sharp, his jaw clenched tightly. "What do you have to report?" he asked coldly, staring at the man in front of him. The man was one of his spies, a small-framed individual with nervous steps. He bowed deeply before speaking. "Sir, the elderly have been relocated from the Atome Nursing Home to the Condano Nursing Home in Venua. It wasn’t done by the government but by a group of local men from Venua," he said, his voice trembling but striving to sound clear. Voss clenched his fist on the table. "Who are they?" "We haven’t identified them yet, Sir." Voss rose from his chair abruptly, causing the man to flinch. He strode to the large window in the room, looking out. "And Galio?" he asked without turning around. For years, Voss had entrusted the Atome Nursing Ho
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0030-...not yours, Whore!
Hammo had previously contacted Nousa, asking her to work with him again. This time, he proposed a deal: Nousa would once again become his public wife—a contract wife. The purpose was clear—to dispel the scandalous rumors that Hammo was attracted to men. In Venua, where 80% of the population still upheld conservative norms that rejected the LGBT community. Making Nousa his public wife would not only quash the rumors but also boost his popularity and garner broader support. This was not their first arrangement. Twenty-seven years ago, Nousa had been his contract wife. From that arrangement, they had three children: Darren, Biella, and Ganza. When the door to his office opened, Nousa stepped in, her presence immediately commanding attention. At fifty years old, she looked stunningly glamorous. Her gray hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, her skin radiant and flawless—a testament to the expensive treatments she indulged in regularly. She wore a burgund
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0031-At the Summit of Influence Event
Nousa remained silent, offering no response. Twenty-seven years ago, she had agreed to this contractual marriage for the sake of money. But now, that reason no longer held any meaning. It wasn’t money she sought anymore but the chance to be close to the children who had been kept away from her for so long. Despite her dark past, she was still a mother. At fifty years old, burdened by a lifetime of struggles, her heart yearned for nothing more than her children by her side. The door creaked open. The sound of Darren’s firm footsteps filled the room. The young man, tall and confident, carried features that seemed to perfectly blend those of both his parents. He entered to report to his father, but the moment his gaze landed on Nousa, his expression changed drastically. Darren’s eyes softened, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Mom?” Darren’s voice was filled with warmth and surprise. Nousa smiled—a small, delicate smile that held years of longing and gratitu
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0072-I Guarantee....
Biella sat in the CEO’s chair, her head lowered, her hands trembling as she read report after report filled with complaints from long-time employees of Xanta Corporation. Tears welled up in her eyes, eventually falling one by one. She couldn’t begin to imagine what her employees had endured over the past two years. Before she disappeared, the company had been running smoothly. Employees received fair benefits, opportunities for promotion were wide open, and the work environment was comfortable. But now, everything had been destroyed in the hands of Darren and Hammo. Zander, standing nearby, noticed Biella’s shoulders shaking. He knew how devastated she felt. Without a second thought, Biella stood up and threw herself into Zander’s arms. Her sobs broke against his shoulder, shaking her small, fragile body. Zander could feel Biella’s pain. His hand lifted, gently stroking her back. His anger toward Darren and Hammo burned even stronger. How could they treat this company so cruelly,
0071-At the Xanta Company
Madam Nousa stared sharply at Nora, trying to find a way to change her mind. However, Nora did not show the slightest hesitation. She stood tall, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixed straight on Darren, who remained silent in shock. "I've made my decision," Nora said, her voice cold and unwavering. "There’s nothing left to expect from this marriage." "Our agreement clearly stated that this marriage should be mutually beneficial. But look at your situation now, Darren. Your father failed to become governor. You're no longer the head of the Xanta family business. So tell me, what do I gain from this anymore?" Darren remained silent, his face pale and expression blank. From the beginning, he knew this marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement, but hearing Nora say it so bluntly still pierced deep. Madam Nousa glanced at her son, hoping for a reaction, but Darren simply lowered his head, as if accepting this bitter reality without resistance. "My father was suppos
0070-I Want A Divorce
A few days later, the day of the Venua governor election arrived. However, the tense political atmosphere had now shifted into a major scandal. The Xanta family’s name was once again the subject of heated discussions in the media and among the elite after shocking news about Hammo’s condition spread widely. Hammo was still lying weak in the hospital, his body paralyzed, unable to speak or move much. He was officially disqualified from the gubernatorial race. However, it was not just his physical condition that became the talk of the town—it was the reason behind his downfall. No one knew where it started, but rumors spread that Hammo had suffered severe shock after hearing the news of his same-sex lover, Voss’s, death. Darren, now the central figure of the Xanta family, felt the need to act immediately. Standing before dozens of reporters at an impromptu press conference, he firmly clarified that the rumors were untrue. "My father is not paralyzed because of the news circu
0069-Hammo Fainted!
Hammo snatched the tablet from his informant's hand with a rough motion. His sharp eyes scanned the screen, but slowly, his expression changed. His pupils widened, his mouth parted slightly, and the confidence that usually radiated from his face was now replaced by a deathly pale complexion. His body stiffened instantly. His fingers, gripping the tablet tightly, began to tremble. Across the table, Darren noticed the drastic change in his father's expression. "What happened?" The informant swallowed hard before leaning in and whispering once more into Hammo’s ear, "Mr. Voss is dead, Boss… His head was delivered to the Avoja mansion as a warning." It was as if the world had stopped spinning! The fine porcelain plates and silverware on the dining table became nothing more than silent background noise. Hammo opened his mouth, but no words came out. He tried to breathe, but his chest felt tight. Voss… dead? Impossible! It couldn’t be! "How… how did he die?" Hammo’s voice trem
0068-Sir, This is Urgent!
That morning, sunlight streamed through the large dining room windows of the Xanta family estate, illuminating a table filled with luxurious dishes.Zander sat calmly in one of the chairs, enjoying his breakfast without haste. Beside him, Biella, as elegant as ever, spread chocolate truffle jam on her toasted brioche, a delicacy favored by aristocrats.The silence in the room was not a comfortable one. Hammo stared at Zander with a cold, questioning expression. On the other side of the table, Darren also watched his father, seeking reassurance. Wasn’t Zander supposed to be dead? Hadn’t Voss guaranteed that Zander would be dragged to Avoja’s mansion and executed? Why was this man still sitting here so casually, as if nothing had happened?Hammo finally broke the silence, his voice sharp and filled with restrained anger. "How dare you come back to this house? Even stay the night? Do you think you own this place?"Zander set down his coffee cup with a composed movement and met Hamm
0067-Recall About 3 Years Ago
That night, at the luxurious Avoja mansion. In front of the towering gate, heavily guarded, Gamin stood tall, carrying a wooden box that felt heavier in his hands with each passing moment. His breath was steady, his eyes fixed straight ahead as a guard approached. "I have a message for Mr. Avoja," Gamin said, his voice calm yet firm. Without much hesitation, the guard opened the gate, allowing Gamin to step inside the grand mansion, dimly illuminated by soft lighting. Inside, Avoja was already seated in his chair, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Gamin’s every move as the man approached. With steady hands, Gamin placed the wooden box on the table before Avoja. In one swift, practiced motion, he opened the lid—revealing Voss’s severed head, frozen in death. The dried blood on his neck still bore the mark of a clean separation, a sign of an execution carried out without hesitation. Avoja showed no sign of shock. His gaze lingered on Voss’s head before shifting to Gamin. A heav
0066-Miracles Didn't Exist in The Underworld!
Footsteps echoed from behind. The door to the room swung open again, and three figures entered quickly. Jacky, along with two senior members of Rhett Academy, stepped inside. Their eyes immediately fell on Kai, who was still lying weakly on the floor, bound with coarse ropes. “Young Master,” Jacky said respectfully, casting a brief glance at Zander before turning his attention to Kai. “We’ll take him out for treatment.” Zander gave a slight nod, granting permission without uttering a word. The two senior members of Rhett Academy moved toward Kai, untied the ropes around his body, carefully lifted him, and carried him out. The room fell silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing and the pounding heartbeats of those kneeling before Zander echoing in the air. Zander’s gaze, as cold as ice, pierced through Gamin and Voss. He stood tall, entirely unfazed by the metallic scent of blood that saturated the atmosphere. Without much preamble, Zander spoke. His voice was low, almo
0065-He is Mr. Death
Voss held back the rage that was already blazing within him. His eyes glared at Gamin with disbelief, while his voice rang out, high-pitched and full of anger. “Gamin, what is this?! Have you lost your mind?” Voss shouted, his tone dripping with disgust. “You're actually bowing to... a YOUNG PUNK like him?!” Voss jabbed his chin in Zander's direction, his breathing heavy. Gamin furrowed his brows, his fear-filled eyes now sharpening into a glare. He strode quickly toward Voss and grabbed his collar roughly. “Listen! I know you think you’re smarter than everyone here, but this is your final warning!” Voss raised his chin defiantly. “I won’t submit, Gamin! I won’t kneel to a kid like him.” “Avoja is my boss, not Zander, and I’d rather die than give up!” Gamin’s hand flew swiftly, delivering a hard slap that echoed through the room. SLAP! Voss’s head snapped to the side. A red handprint instantly blossomed on his cheek. Before he could say a word, another slap struck the othe
0064-Forgive Me...Mr. Death
Gamin let out a low chuckle, his deep voice echoing through the room. “You’re too loyal to a man who doesn’t even care about your life.” He stepped closer to Kai, his cold eyes locked onto him. “But that doesn’t matter. In the end, I will drag Zander’s body before Avoja, whether you help me or not.” Gamin glanced at Voss, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. In Gamin’s mind, he could already envision the rewards that awaited him once this mission was completed. Avoja had promised him a fortune beyond imagination: a 10-hectare cannabis plantation ready to generate millions, and two sacks of cash. For Gamin, it wasn’t just about wealth—it was a ticket to a limitless life. “Just imagine,” Gamin muttered to himself. “A relaxed life without having to fight anymore, with that plantation making money every day. And those sacks of cash…” He chuckled. “One day's work, and I'll be a billionaire!” Voss, standing beside him, only smiled. Voss thought that without much effort
