Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 01

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In the afternoon, in the meeting room on the top floor of the Theerapanyakun family building, the long brown-red conference table was full of people. The young master Kinn, the eldest young master Tankhun, and the third young master Kim, the three brothers with different personalities are sitting opposite the family leader Mr. Gan and his two sons Vegas and Macau.

Everyone remained silent.

There is a huge display screen embedded in the wall opposite the conference table. Arm, the bodyguard in a black suit and technical advisor to the main house, stands at the side of the display screen, pushes the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, clears his throat, and speaks in a deep voice.

"We have investigated and found out that the ambush Mr. Kinn encountered three days ago was done by Italian gangsters. There is reliable news that Richard Marino wants to avenge his dead son. The other party is not good, and I am afraid that he will not let it go."

"I've already said it! That old guy is a mad dog. If you kill his precious son, he won't let you go." Tankhun, the oldest young master in the family, yelled and raised his hand to hook his sunglasses. The frame of the glasses was pulled down— dramatically revealing a pair of black and white eyes behind the black lenses. He seemed very annoyed, pouted childishly, and put his hand on Kinn's arm, almost complaining.

Kinn took advantage of the situation and moved back, looking at Tankhun with helplessness, "Khun, that mad dog's son was going to kill you."

"Hmph!" The unreasonable and strong Tankhun turned his face away angrily, leaving only the round back of Kinn's head. He glanced at the opposite display screen again and saw Arm standing beside him with his hands hanging down.

Without saying a word, he slapped his palm on the table again, "Arm! I order you to come up with a way now to put the Get rid of those Italians!"

"Master, this is impossible..." Arm grinned awkwardly, feeling a layer of non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Khun, do you want us to go to war with the Italian gangs?" Just when Arm didn't know what to say, Vegas, who was sitting opposite Tankhun, suddenly interjected, with a mocking and a laughing voice like a poisonous snake, making people feel a chilling feeling.

Kim, who had been hanging his head in silence, raised his eyelids and glanced at him silently, but then slumped back into the soft and comfortable chair, crossing his legs, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Tankhun, it's time for the meeting... Arm—" The bodyguard who was named immediately stood up straight and looked at the source of the voice. Mr. Korn, who was at the top, rested his hands on the smooth table, his calm eyes implied the sharpness of a sword, exuding With an undeniable aura, "Continue."

"Okay. The current situation in Thailand is very unclear. We have prepared a safe house and can send Mr. Kinn out of the country at any time." After finishing speaking, he looked at Mr. Korn who was farthest away again, obviously what he said just now was the instruction from the head of the main family.

Mr. Korn nodded in satisfaction, and raised his hand to stop the startled Tankhun before he wanted to express his disagreement again, "Single alphas who live alone can easily arouse suspicion, and a family of three with children can well avoid it... Those unnecessary gazes," said the man, turning his head to look at the second son on the left, patted Kinn's hand on the table, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was a loving father, "Take a look at the omega with children prepared for you."

Kinn followed Mr. Korn's gaze to the stack of unopened documents on the conference table and reached out to take them in silence, but his heart was far less calm than it appeared on the surface.

This is not the first time he hid in a safe house to avoid the limelight, but it was the first time he put on a disguise. It seems that this trip abroad with no choice has no return date.

He quietly removed his hand from Mr. Korn's palm, opened the document in front of him, and before he could read the words clearly, he was dazzled by a lifeless prisoner's photo.

"Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, 30 years old, former Interpol, was sentenced to death by a military court for shooting and killing Interpol Mile Romsaithong who was with him on an undercover Italian gangster mission six years ago but was found dead before execution. Six weeks pregnant, the court changed her sentence to life imprisonment based on the "International Omega Protection Treaty". Subsequently, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat gave birth to her son Thomas Romsaithong in prison, who is now 5 years old. By the way, Mile Romsaithong is the permanent mark alpha of Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, the two met in the military academy, and then joined Interpol together."

Arm succinctly summed up the thick stack of documents in his hands in a voice without ups and downs, and the atmosphere in the large conference room seemed to freeze. In the occasional sound of papers being flipped, Tankhun's gasping sound was particularly loud.

"You mean, he shot and killed his colleague and alpha?" The always crazy young master couldn't help but confirm again.

"Yes, sir."

Tankhun, who was affirmed, widened his eyes, and tightly grasped the edge of the paper with both hands, leaving a row of clear creases on the white document paper, "Why? How could an omega hurt its alpha?"

"In order not to expose ourselves, why can't those cops do anything? But brother Khun, you haven't been in touch with this for a long time, I don't know if it's normal," Vegas sat up straight slowly, crossed his hands on the table, and looked directly at the whole face. Unbelievable Tankhun, showing an impeccable smile.

Tankhun squinted his eyes, and his attention, which was still on the Porsche, was immediately attracted by Vegas who was talking. Something unsightly and dirty went in.

Kim, who was sitting just below Tankhun, hurriedly leaned back, blocked his big brother's forehead in disgust, tightened his beautiful brows, and curled his lips angrily.

He threw the Porsche information back on the conference table, glanced at Kinn through the leaning Tankhun, and then turned to look at Mr. Korn, "Dad, is this person reliable? Why did the police agree to hand him over to us?"

But before Mr. Korn answered, Kinn, who had been silently lowering his head, finally moved his eyes away from the documents in his hand, looked at his heartthrob brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and spoke first.

"Thailand's current underground world is in the hands of the Theerapanyakun family, but this power also comes from the acquiescence of the police. We need their support, and they also need us to restrict other forces. Once something happens to me, the Theerapanyakun family will be weak. The underground world in Thailand will be reshuffled, Italians, Americans, and other local gangsters are about to move, and the police can't give up the existing stability to gamble on the obedience of the next gang leader."

After listening to Kinn's answer, Mr. Korn nodded noncommittally. The man who had been a gang boss all his life and was now over fifty years old slowly stood up from the conference table walked to the side wall with his hands behind his back, looked up, and admired the decorative oil painting.

"As for Porsche, the abandoned omega boy of the police and the thorn in the eyes of the Italians, he must seek our asylum if he wants to get out of prison." He said, turning his head to look at Kinn who was also looking at him, smiling, with hints in his eyes of Silent pressure, "Kinn, do you have any questions?"

"...I have no problem."

"Very well, then you pack your things and go tonight, and when the domestic situation stabilizes, I will bring you back as soon as possible."