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He checked his watch getting a bit impatient. Two hours had passed. He got up from the bench concluding that Rathavit most likely wouldn't come and headed for the gate of the park. With his head hung low in disappointment, he swung the gate open.

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"Where did you go, Mean?" was the first thing Mean heard when he stepped inside his mansion after three hours of being away ('cos it took him half an hour to walk to the park from the mansion).

"Just at the park," Mean said with slight disappoinment in his voice though he shrugged his shoulders not wanting the disappointment to show. Saint nodded, not quite pleased with the answer but not wanting to pry on his leader. He went to the kitchen and helped himself to a glass of water before joining Mean on the couch in the main living room.

"I got a call this morning," Saint started. Mean just nodded uninterested, his mind clouded by this Rathavit boy, just wondering where he could find him. When Saint didn't get much of a reaction out of him, he continued, "You remember the man we got rid of yesterday?" Mean just nodded once again.

"It was his son who called," Saint said expectantly. Mean's head whipped in Saint's direction at his words.

"What did he want?"

"Oh, he just said that he knew we killed his dad and why and he'd take the evidence to the police," Saint said so casually as if it was nothing bad.

"And why are you so calm? Did you do something? Please, tell me you didn't kill him. You know, we don't kill innocent people," Mean said with a judging face.

Saint laughed and this confused Mean. He sat upright again and started, "No, you see, it was actually quite easy winning him over. I just told him we'd give him all the money he needed to live a stable life for him and his sister and we'd pay for his and his sister's college fees." Saint looked at him, a proud smile plastered on his face as he thought back at his actions.

Mean looked at him smiling and nodding as he responded, "I guess that could work. Did you already have someone send him the money?" Saint nodded enthusiastically as he took a sip of his water. Silence fell over them, nobody saying anything as Mean took in this new information.

"I'd like to meet him," Mean suddenly said startling Saint a bit.

"Of course. Here is his number," Saint said as he showed Mean his phone. Mean typed the number into his phone and went to go outside to talk with this boy in private.

Soon after he came in and went to his bedroom coming out wearing a suit. He left the mansion not even bothering to say goodbye to Saint who was already occupied by something on his phone.

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Mean was driving to a neighborhood he'd never been to before. After all, it was the poor area of Bangkok. He scrunched up his nose as he drove by the houses seeing all the filthy, almost dilapidated houses and buildings. He finally pulled up to a house when the monotonous robot voice from the GPS told him he'd reached the final destination. The house was small, probably even smaller that Mean's bedroom. There was a hole in the roof in one of the corners and a window shattered. A look of disgust painted across his face as he wondered how anyone could live in such a house and under such conditions.

When he reached the door, he knocked lightly on it and the door got immediately opened by a rather handsome and tall boy who wore a smile but that was soon replaced by a shocked face when he saw Mean's suit which was probably worth more than everything the boy had ever owned in his life put together.

"Come in," he said after having composed himself, the smile now back as he gestured for the man in front of him to come in. Mean went in and tried to smile and look nice but couldn't help scrunching his nose up a bit. There was no light inside the house but a candle on the small dining table where a girl Mean assumed to be the boy's little sister sat drawing hence why the house was so dark. In every corner Mean looked he saw spider web and in that moment, he couldn't wait to get out of the filthy house. Then realization hit him.

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