Home / Urban / I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain / 0035-Threatening Zander

0035-Threatening Zander

Author: Calendula

2024-12-17 18:48:37

Hammo understood that securing Mr. Death’s support could be the key to cementing his position as Venua’s governor.

He had already spent considerable time and resources building political alliances, but the threat from his rivals remained significant.

If he could win over Mr. Death, it would guarantee an indisputable victory—or so he believed.

However, Mr. Death was not someone easily approached. The man was infamous for his secrecy.

No one knew what he looked like or even his real name.

Those who had worked with Mr. Death knew one thing: his power did not stem from public appearances but from his ability to manipulate the world from the shadows.

But the question remained: how could one reach such a man?

And more importantly, what could he offer to earn the support of such a powerful and mysterious figure?

Dom finally broke the silence, snapping Hammo out of his thoughts.

“Perhaps,” Dom said with a faint smile. "But you know, Mr. Death only meets those he deems… valua

Continue to read this book for free

Scan the code to download the app

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

0102
“Yes, just do it,” Biella said softly but clearly. Her lips curved slightly, not in fear, but in calm confidence. “I am waiting for you to drag my husband’s corpse here.”Biella’s calm struck Viktor harder than any insult. His breath caught, then turned rough. A low growl rose from his throat, filled with anger and a sense of threat he refused to admit. There was no hysteria, no tears, no pleading. Biella’s lack of fear was something he could not control, and that was exactly what made him furious.“Crazy woman,” Viktor hissed. His hand gripped the cane so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He turned his face away, as if Biella’s gaze burned his fragile pride. “We will see how long your calm lasts.”***Elsewhere, in the harbor area wrapped in salty fog and the smell of rusted metal, a black car stopped without drawing attention.Zander stepped out first. His stride was steady, his eyes already sweeping the area. The dock lights glowed dimly, casting long shadows between steel co
0101
“Why are you not afraid?” Viktor’s voice rose, filled with disbelief and anger that was no longer hidden. The cane in his hand struck the floor hard, its sound echoing roughly throughout the room. “Why are you laughing instead, and so sure that I cannot kill your husband?”He stepped closer, his old face turning red, the veins on his temples tightening. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. “I am Viktor Lang.”The cane struck the floor again. “I am a former general. I led wars, crushed rebellions, destroyed my enemies one by one.” His eyes narrowed sharply. “Every hostage I ever took, every enemy I ever faced, trembled just by hearing my words.”He pointed the tip of the cane at Biella. “But you?” he hissed. “You look down on me.”Biella looked at him calmly. There was no tension in her shoulders.“Old man, your era and the current era are different,” Biella said.Viktor fell silent for a moment, as if he could not believe what he had just heard.“Maybe in the past, when you were young
0100
Biella was tied to the chair, both of her hands pulled behind the backrest. The ropes were tight, pressing into her wrists, making every small movement feel useless. Yet her back remained straight. Her head was held high, her gaze steady, as if the chair were not a restraint but a temporary throne.Viktor approached slowly. The sound of his cane striking the floor echoed in a steady rhythm as he circled Biella, one full round, like a predator assessing its prey. His eyes were cold and calculating, as if every step had been planned long before this night arrived.“If I were still young,” Viktor finally said, his voice low and rough, “and had the same stamina as before, I might have already done the most disgusting thing you can imagine to a woman as beautiful as you, sex.”Biella did not turn her face away. Her expression did not change.“Unfortunately,” Viktor continued, his tone growing harder, “age cannot be bargained with. My body is already too old for sex.” He stopped right in fr
0099
Jacky stood beside Zander with a tense face, his jaw clenched as he held back his anxiety. The hall had returned to how it was before, filled with fake smiles and the clinking of glasses, but for the two of them, the world felt split apart. There was no more music, no applause. Only one name kept echoing in Jacky’s head. Biella.“Young master,” Jacky finally spoke, his tone controlled but clearly trembling. “What are we going to do next?” He swallowed before continuing, “What if something bad happens to Miss Biella?”Zander kept staring straight ahead, as if he were looking at something no one else could see. His face was calm, far too calm for a situation like this. He did not answer right away, and the silence only made Jacky more restless.“There is no need to worry,” Zander said, his voice low and steady. “I have already given my wife something.”Jacky turned quickly. “You mean… something?”Zander stepped forward slowly, signaling for them to move away from the crowd. “Something
0098
The hall lights that had briefly gone out slowly turned back on. Music began to play again, and the guests started applauding, thinking the earlier disruption was just a minor technical issue. The large screen once again displayed the Xanta logo, as if nothing had happened. But Zander immediately realized something was wrong. His eyes moved quickly, scanning the room. Biella was gone. At first, he held himself back. Maybe Biella went to the restroom, he thought. Or maybe Elena asked her to talk for a moment on the other side of the hall. Zander forced himself to stay calm, but the dark feeling that had been troubling his chest since the afternoon now turned into a heavy pressure. He walked quickly toward the back area, then into the corridor leading to the women’s restroom. Several guests passed by him, but he did not notice any of them. Zander stopped in front of the restroom door, waited a few seconds, then called softly, “Biella?” There was no answer. He stepped into t
0097
That afternoon, Jacky arrived with an unusual expression. It was not serious like when delivering bad news, but hesitant. He carried a thin folder and an old yellow envelope. “Young Master, Miss Biella,” he greeted respectfully. “There are two matters. First, Foree’s assets have begun to be auctioned quietly. Some valuable parts can be acquired at a low price.” Zander nodded. “Do it. Take full control.” Jacky continued, lowering his voice slightly. “Second, this envelope has no sender. It arrived through a private courier this morning. The address was handwritten and directed specifically to you, Young Master.” Zander took the envelope. The paper was thick and old, with a cracked red wax seal. On the front, there were only a few words written: “For Zander Guezz. From the Past.” Biella frowned. “Who sent it?” Zander slowly broke the wax seal. Inside was only one old black and white photograph and a small sheet of paper. The photo showed a group of young soldiers on a battlefield

You may also like

The Secretly Rich Man

Revenge Of The Rejected Son-in-law

THE GREAT GENERAL

Billionaire in Disguise

The Return of The Forsaken Son-in law

Rise of the Street King

The Day I Stopped Being Mr Nice Guy

A Divorce She Regrets

Reader Comments

Latest Chapter

0102

0101

0100

0099

0098

0097