The streets of Bangkok bathes in blood,a gangland to all the gangsters,working together under one same boss - who was powerful enough to control the underworld not in just Bangkok or Thailand but almost all of Asia.Amazing,isn't it!
Everyone here is a subordinate,working on their level - gangsters spread out like ants,crawling in almost every corner of the country,every district,every unit,every city - or to be very detailed,every lane.Behind the street food shops,lie the factories that make and export drugs.The basement's of big shopping complexes serve a hide out for the dons.
Old factories are a home to the flesh dealers - men with money are God's here and men with no money are just pawns,but actually everyone is a puppet dancing to the tunes of a shadow - A boss no one know's or has seen,the king of underworld - The Bulsen.
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"You gotta be wiser,Kinn - you just can't go around running your mouth to spit out any gibberish you please,we have some rules"Chan speaks while he bucks himself into the passenger seat and pushes the seat - belt across his chest and sighs heavily while witnessing that same bratty grin over the younger man's face.
"Fuck the rules - that hitman for no good was getting on my nerves!"Kinn scoffs and the car engine chuffs as he pulls of the gear and puts the vehicle into speed and gives a side eye to Chan who was staring at him with an expression of disbelief;however,it soon delivers into a pathetic grin.
"Nerves,you say?They gonna wreck your whole fledged system once they get back on you!"Chan remarks and draws a stick out of his pack of cigarettes and lights it against his lips.
"You wish!The motherfucker that could kill me is not yet born - and will never be!"Kinn's overconfident reply earns another chuckle from his partner which makes him give an annoyed and frustrated expression.
"How old are you?Probably 24?or 25?"Chan asks as he rolls down the glass of the window and stares outside,the sun was almost gone;just the tint of orange spread across the sky and the sun and moon were shining simultaneously.
"25,and why would you ask?"Kinn responds almost equally mesmerised y the way the city looks but somewhere in his brain was the recent activity.A tiny bit of his composure was satisfied with the insult he threw on the hitman to whom he just supplied the drugs and the quarrel was just because he gave less amount for it and the great Anakinn Theerapanyakul had the nerve to dump away half of the goods into the sewerage and pulling out money stacks from the man's locker.But still a little part of his was concerned and worried about what might happen as the bullet wound just above his stomach was still pounding like hell and definitely he was jittery about getting another.
But then again - if you can't take risks,are you even a man?
"If you want to live long,then keep your mouth fucking shut in sensitive places!"Chan mumbles and gives Kinn a pat on his shoulder.
"Who wanna live long?Kinn Anakinn can live short but live with thrill - no fear,no regrets!"he said with a smile beaming from his ear to ear while he ignored the increasing pulse of nervousness and the itch in his throat.
"You sure talk big!"Chan laughs off the statement and throws the cigarette butt out of the window and rolls it back.
"Phi!Don't worry - I shall remain fine.."Kinn said in a low voice and suddenly the atmosphere in the car had altered from being cheerful,nervous to silent and awkward.
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REVENGE GAME
Fanfic"Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul & Porsche Pachara Kittisawad" 'On a run- out,when Kinn's car engine dies - he reaches out to the nearest garage and meets the bizzare guy,in whom he begins to take a huge interest.' ...
