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I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0044-Hammo and Voss
Mansion Gruc, a luxurious property towering majestically on a hill in Atome, was a symbol of power and opulence. This was Voss's home. Tonight, the atmosphere in the mansion felt different, more tense yet still filled with intimacy. Inside Voss’s private room, adorned with luxurious furniture and gold-plated ornaments, Hammo was sitting with Voss. Around the room, several guards stood watch, alert and attentive. They had long been accustomed to the intimate relationship between Voss and Hammo, a bond that was never spoken of but was common knowledge among them. Hammo, with a confident smile, hugged Voss tightly. "I've taken care of everything," he said in a teasing tone. "Tonight, we will get Zander's head. I guarantee it." Voss, standing by the large window overlooking the mansion's garden, gazed at the night sky with a calm yet thoughtful expression. "And what if you fail?" Voss asked, his tone flat but carrying a subtle threat. Hammo released the hug and looked
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0045-Enjoy the Party-Z
Hammo smiled cynically, his eyes showing a sharp indifference. "Biella?" he said, waving his hand as if swatting away a fly. "I don't really care about that girl. She’s not a threat to my career." "Zander didn’t kidnap her to attack me politically; he did it because he's interested in her. He probably just wants to keep her as a pet." Voss watched Hammo closely but said nothing. Hammo continued, "After Zander is dead, I'll search for Biella at his house, if she’s still alive. And of course, I’ll kill her." Hammo leaned back in his chair, then let out a short sigh before speaking in a cold tone, "Biella should never have been alive in the first place." "Galio and I had planned that for a long time. We sent her to the nursing home hoping she’d die there. But she’s too stubborn." "In fact, even when Galio injected hormones to accelerate her death, the girl still survived." Voss twirled his wine glass in his hand. Hammo smiled confidently as he shared the latest news wi
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0046-Focus the Campaign!
Elsewhere, at the Conry Mansion In the luxurious dining room, the serene atmosphere was filled with the aroma of delectable food. Donald Conry, a distinguished middle-aged man, sat at the head of the long dining table. Opposite him sat Nora Conry, his beautiful only daughter. Nora was a major star in the capital, an actress who had starred in several box office hits and amassed billions of followers on social media. Her cunning and ambitious nature, inherited from her father, drove her to achieve fame by any means, even resorting to underhanded methods. That evening, Donald spoke about the plans he had meticulously prepared for Nora’s wedding. “Your wedding will take place in two weeks, Nora,” he said confidently. “You’ll marry Darren, and everything will proceed smoothly.” Nora only nodded. She loved another man—a man who had helped her a few months ago when she was lost and extremely drunk. The man not only saved her but took her to a hotel without laying a hand
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0047-Their Same Enemy
Maxi’s death, the top graduate of Corn V Academy, had shaken their entire network.Corn V Academy was one of the underground business operations controlled by Voss.Officially, the academy was registered as a private military training institution, training elite soldiers for various nations.However, beneath that façade, it served as a training ground for assassins under the command of certain criminal organizations.The academy boasted facilities equivalent to those of world-class military training camps.Towering walls with tight security surrounded the complex, while an advanced surveillance system ensured that no one could enter or leave without authorization.The recruits came from various backgrounds, ranging from kidnapped orphans to mercenaries seeking to enhance their skills.The training in this academy was brutal and merciless.Those who failed would never leave the place alive. Its curriculum covered various assassination techniques, infiltration, sabotage, and evasion.St
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0048-That Man Was Zander
Eleven days passed peacefully. There were no major disturbances or threatening incidents. Hammo and Voss, who had previously tried hard to kill Zander, eventually stopped their attempts. They realized that no matter how much they tried, Zander always found a way to survive and fight back. However, Voss had not completely given up. He had decided to kill Zander himself without involving anyone else, but he chose to wait until the Venua governor election campaign was over. Amid this calm, there was one major piece of news that had shaken Venua over the past eleven days. The public was shocked by the sudden wedding announcement of Darren Xanta and Nora Conry. The surprise was not because of Darren, but because of Nora. Her popularity as a celebrity made this news a hot topic in the media and among her fans. Many supported this decision, but not a few questioned and opposed it. Today, Nora and Darren were scheduled to appear on the Net TV talk show. The show aimed to
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0049-Nora and Biella
A staff member accompanying them quickly snapped Nora out of her thoughts. "Ms. Nora, please follow me. We need to get you ready for the show." Nora jolted slightly and forced a small smile. "Of course," she said while glancing at Zander one last time. The man remained unaware of the attention directed at him. Zander was solely focused on sweeping the floor, unaffected by his surroundings. With a heavy heart, Nora followed Darren and the staff into the VIP waiting room. However, her mind kept drifting back to Zander. She tried to stay composed. Darren was busy discussing the show’s script with his management team. Hammo had warned Darren not to make a single mistake. The Xanta Family’s popularity and Hammo’s chances of winning the gubernatorial election depended on the flawless image they presented today. But Nora was barely listening. Her mind was filled with nothing but Zander’s face. On the Talk Show Stage The show started with great enthusiasm. The host gre
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0050-At the Wedding Party
Darren immediately responded to the host's question with confidence. "Biella and Nora are on good terms now," he said in a reassuring tone. "They're friends, and their relationship has healed. There are no problems between them anymore." Darren glanced at Nora hopefully, as if silently asking for her support in backing up his statement. Nora, despite the doubts in her heart, quickly nodded, giving her approval for the lie they were crafting. "That's right," she replied briefly, maintaining the image they had built. "We're good friends now." The lie was seamlessly covered up, restoring the smooth flow of the event. The show continued without any further sensitive questions. The host proceeded with lighter questions, focusing on their wedding preparations. Darren and Nora answered calmly, keeping up the charade. The talk show eventually ended successfully. As predicted, media analysis showed a significant boost in the popularity of the Xanta family and gubernatorial candi
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0051-Zander Also Come
Biella stepped onto the wedding stage with unwavering confidence. The atmosphere turned silent, with only the sound of cameras clicking as reporters rushed to capture the moment. "Isn't this the perfect time for a family photo?" Biella said with a meaningful smile, breaking the silence. Everyone turned to look at her, confused and surprised. Darren tensed. Meanwhile, Nora watched with keen interest, sensing the conflict simmering beneath the façade of the Xanta family's harmony. Biella's gaze shifted to her mother, Madam Nousa, and her father, Hammo, both of whom wore stiff smiles. Then, her eyes swept across the Xanta family, who stood neatly dressed in coordinated outfits. Her smile widened. "No one told me about the family dress code," she said in a soft yet sharp tone. "So, I decided to wear black." The guests began whispering among themselves, while the reporters eagerly snapped photos and jotted down Biella’s words. One reporter, unwilling to miss this heated moment
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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
