I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain

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 whisper.

He stood upright, his body slightly bowed, like a subordinate ready to accept punishment. “I am prepared to face any consequences you give to me.”

Zander did not respond immediately.

Without even glancing at Jacky, he emptied the magazine of his laser pistol and carefully placed it back into the metal case.

“Take me to the Xanta family house,” he said at last, his baritone voice cold, leaving no room for debate.

Jacky swallowed hard and replied hesitantly, "Young Master… your daddy is waiting at home. He’s eager to see you. Please, return to Leeds.”

Zander paused, then turned his head slightly, just enough to see Jacky from the corner of his eye. His gaze was sharp, almost piercing.

“Tell him, I’ll come home when I want it." Zander replied firmly, his tone flat but commanding, before striding toward the car waiting at the edge of the range. “For now, I need to visit the Xanta family.”

Jacky froze momentarily, unsure whether to argue. He knew Zander was no longer the same young man he had been seven years ago. The military had forged him into someone harder, more unpredictable.

“I-I’ll relay the message, Young Master,” Jacky finally replied in a low voice.

Zander entered the car without wasting time, motioning for Jacky to follow.

Jacky hurried to the driver’s seat while Zander settled in the back, arms crossed.

As the car cruised through the darkening streets, a heavy tension filled the air.

Zander sat upright in the backseat, his gaze cold yet sharp as it pierced through the window.

From the driver’s seat, Jacky, his expression uneasy, could feel the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging between them.

The silence was eventually broken when Zander spoke. “How is Biella?” he asked flatly, though a clear tension underpinned his tone. “I haven’t been able to reach her for the past two years.”

Jacky hesitated. The question felt like an arrow piercing his chest. He knew this was a delicate subject but had no definite answers.

“Why are you silent?” Zander pressed, his voice growing colder, making Jacky feel like he was being interrogated. “Did something bad happen to her?”

Jacky took a deep breath, then replied haltingly, “Miss Biella Xanta… disappeared long ago, Young Master. I… I lost contact with her two years ago.”

Zander immediately shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror, his eyes sharp. “What do you mean?”

Swallowing nervously, Jacky carefully explained, “I’ve been searching for her for the past year. But the Xanta family’s influence… it’s too powerful."

"They’ve concealed Miss Biella’s whereabouts completely. I don’t know where she is now, Young Master.”

Zander clenched his fists tightly on his lap, the knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Biella Xanta was not just any woman to Zander; she is his first love—the only person who had ever managed to melt his icy exterior. But this revelation hit him like a brutal blow.

Biella and Zander had been inseparable seven years ago, despite the Xanta family’s vehement disapproval of their relationship.

The Xanta Family harbored a long-standing hatred for the Guezz family, fueled by decades of unresolved political and business conflicts.

Yet, Zander and Biella had remained together, defying the inherited animosity of their families.

This defiance had driven Joseph Guezz, Zander’s father, to force his son into the military.

As a calculating and uncompromising man, Joseph believed separating Zander from Biella was the only way to protect their family from further destruction.

Zander and Biella had made a secret promise to reunite after seven years when Zander’s military service ended.

That promise had been the sole reason Zander endured the harshness of war.

But now, Biella had vanished without a trace.

The silence returned to the car. Jacky knew he had said everything he could and now waited for Zander’s reaction.

Finally, Jacky mustered the courage to ask cautiously, “Young Master...are you sure we should go to the Xanta family’s house?”

Zander didn’t answer immediately. He stared straight ahead, his face as cold and unyielding as stone.

Yet, from the reflection in the window, Jacky saw Zander give a resolute nod.

Still unsure, Jacky asked again, “But… for what, Young Master?”

Zander gazed out the window, his eyes narrowing as if envisioning something far beyond the horizon.

Then, with a low, threatening voice, he replied, “To send those who wronged me and my family… straight to hell.”