And when everyone thought they had everything controlled, through the strings of their marionette, they found themselves strangled - all by the woman they sometime vowed to love.
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highest rank obtained:
━ #1 in hanma.
━ #1 in rindo...
━━ warning. before you proceed,this chapter contains slight violence, mention of drugs, and intrusive thoughts.
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"PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY HERE, SIR. JUST DIAL THE NUMBER IN YOUR CARD IF YOU NEED ANYTHING IN SERVICE." LOWERING HER HEAD TOWARDS SANZU WHO'S CARRYING Y/N, the clerk of Bonten's penthouse giggled slyly the moment that the man gave her a glance before grabbing the keys of the room she lent for them. Mind fixated on what happened back in Europe, Sanzu spared it no time to bother whilst still carefully plodding the lady by his arms, kind of guilty that he had to use brute force just so he can make her faint.
It's been almost twenty-fours ever since they left Europe using Sanzu's personal jet and yet, he still didn't receive any news on what happened back in the mansion. Nobody from Bonten, any of the executives or his men contacted him to alert him that they're safe which led him to a decision that he should just bring y/n back to one of their establishments in Japan before checking up on what happened to Bonten right after they left. For some peculiar reason, he feels anxious but he doesn't want to overthink some sort of malevolent things.
As a few resonance reverberated to each vertexes of the room, Sanzu stood still beside the bed where y/n is dozing off whilst contacting every number of the executives in his phone but just akin to what has been happening ever since they board the plane, nobody received his calls. Even though the dialed number is ringing and indicating that the phone still has it's power, no one from the other line answered and it did nothing but heighten his nervousness furthermore. Something not good definitely happened but he can't tell himself what is that.
"Fuck. What the hell is happening back there?" He hissed, putting his phone back in his ears after pressing a call for Mochi, the very least person that he wants to talk to nor have any sort of conversation with but much to his anticipation and unlike the other numbers he called awhile ago, the latter picked up his call and came to groan in pain from the other line like an unpleasant feeling swelled him whilst he's trying his best to answer Sanzu's call.
"This is Sanzu. What's happening there now? Any casualties?" With his feet bringing him to the kitchen, Sanzu relied his free hand on the kitchen range, leaning there for a moment to gather his sanity and keep the placid demeanor that he would always contain. He had never been this far from edge before, never been anxious either. It's like his own guts is telling him that there's a huge jeopardy after they left the majority of executives in that rest house, fighting for their own lives.
"Is y/n already in Japan?" is the first thing that Mochi queried, evident worry is all over his timber as he pant relentlessly from whatever affliction he's in for now. Sanzu by far hearken no gunshots from the rear anymore so maybe the preceding attack that Toman did already dissipated soon enough, he expects less since it's the executives who took care of those hoarders but why the hell does he feel so nervous?
