Huros stood with a confident posture, his muscular frame casting a massive shadow under the streetlight. Every inch of his body showed the perfection of a man sculpted by two decades of experience as an elite soldier and martial arts trainer. His gaze was cold, radiating an unwavering belief in his own victory. He clapped his hands slowly, as if giving Zander a moment to prepare. “You know,” Huros began in a calm yet sharp tone, “I’m not just some street brawler. Twenty years in the military, internationally certified, and recognized as one of the top five fighters in the world—those aren’t titles you earn by luck.” Zander stared at him without emotion, his body relaxed yet ready, poised in a defensive stance. Huros smirked and lunged forward with incredible speed for a man of his size. His fist sliced through the air, aiming straight for Zander’s jaw. Zander tilted his head slightly, dodging the attack with minimal, efficient movement. In retaliation, Zander delivered a low kic

However, attention quickly shifted when one of the guests, a young woman known as a social activist, stood up and spoke. "Mr. Dom, I just want to thank you for your continued support for our orphanage," she said loudly, enough for everyone to hear. "Without you, many children would not receive a proper education." Dom turned toward her and smiled sincerely. "Thank you for your hard work. I’m just contributing a little; the real effort comes from you and your team." Hammo appeared uncomfortable, feeling that this moment was stealing his spotlight. He tried to add something. "I also believe that the education of children is the future of Venua. If I am elected governor, it will be my top priority." However, Dom simply nodded without offering further response. Dom walked to the back room, leaving the bustle of the hall. There, he met Reina, his loyal business advisor. The professionally dressed woman was examining the tablet in her hands, analyzing media reports and public op

Darren staggered into the house, his face flushed red as he struggled to endure the pain radiating from his broken left arm. He screamed hysterically, "AAAHHH! DAMN IT! YOU’RE DEAD, ZANDER!" His shout shattered the night’s silence, prompting every Xanta family servant to rush out from their corners of the mansion. “Young Master Darren...What happened?!” one of the servants asked, approaching in panic. “Doctor!” Darren groaned, clutching his limp left arm. “Call the family doctor! NOW!” Without waiting for further orders, a servant sprinted toward the phone, while others carefully guided Darren to the living room to sit down. His face was drenched in cold sweat, and even the slightest movement drew louder curses. “DAMN YOU, ZANDER!” Darren roared again, his voice cracking with rage. “I swear to God, I’ll get my revenge. I’ll destroy him until there’s nothing left!” The doctor arrived a few minutes later, carrying a medical bag and plaster cast supplies. After a quick exam

One Day Later at the Net TV Office Hammo arrived at the Net TV office with his eldest son, Darren Xanta. They were there to fulfill an invitation from Dom to be guests on the talk show scheduled for that afternoon. Hammo wore an elegant gray suit, while Darren, despite having his left arm in a cast, walked with a proud, confident stride. As they approached the front entrance of the building, Darren’s eyes immediately locked onto someone familiar. Zander, the former military commander, was mopping the floor in a janitor’s uniform, just as Darren had last seen him. “Daddy, look at that!” Darren whispered with a sneer, glancing toward Zander. “There he is, the former military commander now mopping floors. How embarrassing, right?” Hammo glanced toward where Darren was pointing, squinting his eyes as he observed Zander with a neutral expression. After a few seconds, he spoke in a low voice, though loud enough for Darren to hear, “Why does a big company like Net TV still employ

The anonymous man spoke again, "I haven't been paid my salary for the last two months before I was suddenly fired." "I worked hard for the Xanta family, but when I started questioning some of Mr. Hammo's decisions, I was fired without a clear reason, and why wasn't my salary paid?" The audience in the studio and at home were stunned. Hammo, who had been listening carefully to every word, now looked increasingly anxious. Antony continued in a more serious tone, "That is truly shocking. Mr. Hammo, do you have an explanation for these accusations?" Hammo, despite trying to maintain his composure, finally responded. "What this anonymous guest is saying is a one-sided perspective. I have always strived to be fair to all my employees, including when it comes to salary payments." "If anyone feels wronged, we are always ready to resolve the issue in a fair and professional manner." However, the atmosphere in the studio was growing more tense. The audience started talking among