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I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0036-Governor Darlene
Hammo stood motionless, his anger and confusion blending into one overwhelming sensation. Zander remained calm, his expression unchanging, as though savoring the situation. Hammo replayed Zander’s words in his mind. Could it be true that Zander had taken someone else besides Biella? So, who? A name surfaced in his thoughts: Galio. Hammo immediately felt disbelief. Galio was his youngest brother, someone he deeply relied on to protect their family. Galio was renowned as a martial arts expert, with bodyguards trained to handle any threat. Hammo found it impossible to believe that Zander could take Galio away, let alone without significant resistance. Hamm felt his palms grow damp with sweat. Quickly, he called Tony over and whispered, “Go to Galio’s house in Atome. Check if he’s there. I want a report immediately.” Tony nodded silently and promptly left the room. Hammo refocused on Zander, searching for any subtle sign that might reveal the true meaning behind his words. B
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0037-Hidden Contributions
Dom noticed the expressions of shock and confusion clearly written on Hammo and Darren's faces. He also understood that Zander was not the type of person who liked to be honored in public, especially if it could draw attention to his identity. Dom quickly took action, giving a subtle glance to Governor Darlene, signaling him to clarify his statement and behave normally towards Zander. However, before Governor Darlene could respond, Zander spoke first, as if signaling to Governor Darlene to conceal his identity. "Hi, Governor Darlene. It's been a while since we last met. My father misses you," Zander said. Upon hearing this, Hammo and Darren immediately sighed in relief. They thought it made sense— it was very plausible that Governor Darlene respected Zander because of his long-standing relationship with Zander's father-Joseph Guezz. Governor Darlene, realizing his mistake, immediately understood Zander's intention. He regretted almost revealing Zander's important identity a
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0038-The Anger of Drug Lord
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Voss sat in his dimly lit office, a room filled with shadows and the thick smell of tobacco. He had just received a report from his subordinate, who had returned after conducting a thorough investigation. The report shocked him. It turned out that the person who had caused the chaos at his nursing home, killed Galio's men, and abducted Galio was a 27-year-old young man. Voss shook his head, struggling to believe it. "Is it really a young man who did this? I thought this was the work of my enemies, people around my age, about 50 years old." His subordinate, standing in front of the desk, looked confident in the report he had brought. "We've double-checked, Boss. It's true." "He's a young man, 27 years old, and a former war commander." Voss fell silent for a moment, as if digesting the information. After all, he himself was a retired soldier, a former war commander who had now turned into a traitor to his country. As the years passed, Voss had drifte
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0039-Must Kill Zander Tonight!
That night, Zander had just arrived at his mansion. Without a word, he headed straight to the guest room specifically prepared for Biella. The room had been modified into a high-tech medical care space. Advanced equipment lined the corners of the room neatly, while small monitors tracked Biella’s every heartbeat and blood flow. The walls were sterile white, carrying the distinct scent of antiseptic. As Zander approached the door to the room, several female servants hurried out. One carried a stack of soft towels used to clean Biella’s body, while another held an empty tray from her meal. One of the servants, a young woman in a black uniform and white apron, bowed politely before reporting. “Mr. Zander, Miss Biella ate heartily today.” Zander gave a slight nod, indicating he had heard. He said nothing and stepped into the room. Inside, the atmosphere was calmer but still charged with vigilance. Two doctors stood near the luxurious bed, which had been modified
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0040-Black Hummers
Hammo sat in his chair, his breath heavy, his face flushed with anger. It wasn’t Galio or Biella occupying his mind. What truly terrified him was Voss’s threat. The man was ruthless, merciless, and controlled a criminal network so vast that even Hammo couldn’t fully comprehend its scope. Their relationship, built on a dark blend of love and dominance, made Hammo fear Voss’s wrath more than the loss of anything else. Outside the room, Madam Nousa sat in the living room, a glass of red wine swirling gently in her hand. Since their return from the social event, Madam Nousa had noticed Hammo’s agitation. Her contract husband’s face had been clouded with an unusual fury. That night, she had heard the sound of glass shattering from Hammo’s room, followed by the noise of other objects being thrown. “What is it this time?” she muttered softly. The door to Hammo’s room suddenly opened, and Tony came rushing out. When he saw Madam Nousa, he gave her a brief bow of respect be
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0041-At the Forest
Zander stepped out of the nursing home with a cold expression, followed closely by Jacky, who still looked anxious. They headed straight for the car—a hypercar with a sleek black finish, a modified Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The car was reinforced with lightweight armor and equipped with military-grade security systems. Its sharp LED headlights cast an aura that was both elegant and menacing. Without waiting for Jacky, Zander opened the driver’s side door. “Young Master, I should drive,” Jacky pleaded, standing near the passenger door. “No,” Zander replied curtly as he got into the car. His gaze left no room for argument. Reluctantly, Jacky climbed into the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt with stiff motions. “But if anything happens—” “Just silence and let me handle it,” Zander interrupted. The engine purred to life, smooth yet powerful, as Zander pressed the gas pedal. They drove out of the nursing home complex at a moderate pace. Zander’s sharp eyes flic
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0042-Zander's Voice
After firing more than ten shots at the spot where Zander had been standing and smoking, the snipers in the two Hummers finally stopped. The glowing tip of his cigarette was gone, and Zander’s body was nowhere to be seen. The shooters exchanged satisfied glances. “It’s over,” one of them said smugly. “He’s definitely dead!” Maxi, who had been observing the situation closely, broke into a wide grin. “Good. Now get out and finish the job. Let’s cut off his head!” With an air of arrogance, Maxi opened the Hummer door and leapt out, followed by his subordinates. He led them toward the spot where Zander had been standing, his steps filled with confidence. His right hand reached for the sheath at his waist, gripping the large knife he planned to use to decapitate Zander. However, as they approached the spot, one of Maxi’s men shone a flashlight on the area, illuminating the ground in front of Zander’s car. They all froze. “There’s nothing here!” the man exclaimed, his voice
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0043-Shall I Send...
Suddenly, the headlights of the two Hummers parked behind them went out, and the forest was instantly plunged into darkness. They were startled, exchanging glances, wondering who had turned off the lights of their vehicles. There was no sound of an engine, just the soft rustling of wind among the trees. Maxi furrowed his brow. "Who did that?" he muttered, his voice a mix of confusion and anger. However, he refused to let fear cloud his judgment. "Stay alert!" he ordered firmly, then gave commands to his men. "Point your guns! Shoot Zander the moment you see him!" The men nodded, though fear was starting to grip them. Everyone knew this night could end badly, but retreat was not an option. The thick, suffocating darkness of the forest seemed to swallow them whole. They couldn’t see a thing! Maxi quickly turned on his handheld flashlight, but the light only illuminated a few meters around them. Every moving shadow beyond the light’s reach only intensified the tens
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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
