𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

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The Black Lotus was as lavish, its sleek black and gold decor illuminated by flashing neon lights. The pounding bass of the music shook the walls, and the place was packed with people, some oblivious partygoers, others armed guards stationed around the club.

Security's heavy," Rindou murmured, his lavender hair glinting under the club's lights. "They've got eyes on everyone coming in."

The group split up, blending into the crowd as they began their search for Matsunaga. It didn't take long, he was seated in a VIP section on the second floor, surrounded by armed guards and a few other men in expensive suits. His scarred face was as intimidating as it sickeningly smug.

'Second floor. Center VIP area," [y/n] murmured into the headpiece, her voice low and steady. "Target confirmed. Matsunaga's exactly where we expected."

"Surprise, surprise," Sanzu's voice echoed through the line, a lilt of amusement in his tone. "Bet he's feeling real comfortable up there."

Rindou glanced at the guards positioned at the foot of the VIP stairs, tilting his head toward Ariana as they converged near the bar. "There's two at the base of the stairs, armed. The second floor's got at least six more, and the rest are scattered near the back exits."

[Y/n] leaned against the bar, pretending to sip a drink while her eyes scanned the guards. "And Matsunaga himself?"

"Center couch. Surrounded, but distracted," Rindou said,"If we're quick, we can get information out of him, then eliminate him."

"Timing's everything," Sanzu added, the grin in his voice recognizable. "Ran, you ready to give them a distraction?"

Across the room, Ran lounged casually at a high-top table, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He smirked, swirling the amber liquid lazily. "Always."

PHASE ONE: DISTRACTION

Ran downed his whiskey in one smooth motion before standing and making his way to the center of the dance floor. His movements were unhurried, almost lazy, as he grabbed another drink from a passing waiter and purposely spilled it against a burly man with tattoos stretching up his neck.

"Oops," Ran said with a fake-apologetic smile, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Didn't see you there, big guy."

The man turned, his face darkening as he squared up to Ran. "The fucks your problem?"

Ran smirked, casually adjusting his sleeve. "No problem. Unless you want to make it one."

The tension between them escalated instantly, and as expected, the crowd began to part, forming a loose circle around the brewing fight. Guards at the foot of the VIP stairs turned their heads, their attention snagged by the commotion.

Rindou's voice came through the comms, quiet but pleased. "Classic Ran."

"Nice job Ran", [y/n] grinned as she spoke through the headpiece

Hey, what can I say?" Ran muttered, his voice barely audible over the chaos. "I aim to please."

Sanzu's laugh crackled through the line. "If you're done playing, we're moving."

PHASE TWO: INFILTRATION

With the guards distracted by the chaos on the dance floor, [y/n] and Rindou slipped past them effortlessly, moving toward the staircase. The pounding bass masked the sound of their footsteps as they ascended, keeping close to the wall to avoid drawing attention from the guards stationed above.

At the top of the stairs, two more guards flanked the entrance to the VIP area. These were more alert, their gazes sweeping the room, but they never looked behind them.