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I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 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
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 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
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 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
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 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,
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0001-The Return of Zander Rhett Guezz
Shhh! Ssshh! Ssshh! (The sound of laser fire) In the vast and silent shooting range, the only sounds were the faint hum of weapons and the sharp blasts of laser shots. Zander Rhett Guezz—a 27-year-old man with a reputation as a feared war commander—stood tall in the middle of the range. His muscular frame, clad in a black uniform devoid of rank insignias, radiated an undeniable cold aura. He raised his laser pistol, aiming with precise accuracy. A red beam shot out, piercing the target dead center. Without flinching, he pulled the trigger again, this time unleashing three rapid shots, all landing squarely on the bullseye. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from behind. A middle-aged man with a worried expression hurried toward him. It was Jacky, the former bodyguard of the Guezz family, now reinstated to serve Zander after his return from the military. “I am really sorry, Young Master… I’m two minutes late,” Jacky said, his voice cautious, almost a whis
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0002-Mr. Death
At the Xanta Family Mansion, Venua City…. The house resembled a palace, grand and majestic, adorned with crystal chandeliers radiating luxurious brilliance from every corner. That evening, the house was filled with formally dressed guests crowding the main hall, which was embellished with a red carpet and golden ornaments. The clinking of glasses and soft laughter filled the air, marking the celebration of a major achievement by the Xanta family’s eldest grandson—Darren Xanta. Darren stood in the center of the hall, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit that emphasized his aura as the family heir. His confident smile shone as he graciously received congratulations from the guests. "Congratulations, Darren! Securing the contract with V-Tech is an extraordinary achievement," said an elderly man—Mr. Birru, a renowned jewelry tycoon in Venua. "Thank you," Darren replied politely, a slight nod of his head reflecting the composure of a man who knew he had reached the pinnacle.
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0003-Anger Of Xanta Family
"Who is he? How dare he come dressed like that?" whispered one guest. "Does he think this is a night market? Look, even the servers here are dressed better than him," scoffed another guest. Zander remained unfazed. He strode toward a sofa in the corner of the hall, sat down casually, and grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby table. With a swift motion, he propped one leg up on the table, exuding the demeanor of a boss. Across the room, Ganza Xanta-the Xanta family’s second grandson, spotted Zander. His face instantly darkened. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed sharply. "What the hell is this?!" Ganza hissed furiously. Without hesitation, Ganza stormed toward Zander, his steps brimming with rage as though he were about to erupt. Once he reached Zander, he stood directly in front of him, his anger palpable. "Zander Guezz," Ganza’s voice was cold and filled with venom. "It’s been a long time, but you still have the audacity to show up here? Are you challenging the X
I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain 0004-I'm Not Your Teenage Son Anymore
The luxurious black SUV glided smoothly down the road leading to Zander’s main mansion, situated on the outskirts of the city. The mansion was surrounded by the sprawling grounds of the Rhett Military Academy, a training facility renowned not only for its stringent discipline but also for producing the finest soldiers. This academy was Zander’s private enterprise, a strategic investment designed to secure loyalty and military strength firmly under his control. In the backseat, Zander sat silently, his cold gaze piercing through the tinted window. Outside, hundreds of soldiers were rigorously training—engaging in shooting drills, hand-to-hand combat, and war simulations. Every activity was conducted under the watchful eyes of stern instructors. As the SUV approached the academy's main gate, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. A tall, broad-shouldered commander in full green uniform stood near the guard post. Spotting the approaching vehicle, he barked a sharp order t
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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
