Guns & Roses, Literally

Prologue

BANGKOK, THAILAND
Mid June

A man in his mid-thirties sits inside a dark room, observing his computer screen with a hand on his chin while a beautiful woman is leaning against him and rubbing his shoulders lovingly. Nothing special about the view, just a couple enjoying their time together. Its just that, both of them are holding the same semi-automatic gun with each of their initials engraved on the others gun. Guns with 20 bullets each and are ready to be shot from the magazines, inviting death to their enemies.

The small and cold room was only lit by a very dim lighting which only shows half of the man's scarred face. A small black dragon tattoo curled up on his temple because of how much he concentrates. Observing the dark and dank culverts outside. The situation out there is a complete 180 compared to the quietness in the room. At the time, the atmosphere is in complete chaos. Cars and wheels burning here and there. The culverts are full of men covered in blood and they themselves don't even know whose blood. A huge fight is breaking out.

Dozens of men are involved in the fight in narrow alleyways, making the ring of their weapons even louder. Crowbars, machetes, hammers, even car jacks are moving alternately with each other creating a symphony of war. Competing to drain the life out of their enemies.

A tall, dark figure of a man stands there with arrogance, walking through the bloody mass around him with no one being able to take him down. His face is cold and harsh. The situation around him doesn't faze him at all. He knocked a few guys down with little movement when they tried to attack him as if he's swatting down flies. Pesky, annoying bloody flies.

His pace quickens when he saw the person he's looking for. The leader of the Scolopendra Gang, a Thai man that even he doesn't know the name of. A bald-headed guy with a body as humongous as Mount Everest. Baldy laughed bitterly when he saw the harsh-looking man approaching. 'So... He's the leader of that good-for-nothing gang' The harsh-looking man thought disappointedly.

Baldy's legs quiver under him, threatening to let his mountainous body collapse as his enemy approach closer and closer. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. He wanted an unfair fight that would force his foes to eventually kneel down before him in front of his men. Not a fight that's way above his control.

Three bodyguards and a clan leader was able to bring hell to his men. Four versus thirty. A, supposedly, impossible thing to do. Baldy lost all of his confidence but his stance is still defensive, one hand pointing the gun right at his enemy, the other is clutching his hostage's body tightly in a death-grip making her squirm in pain. A japanese girl in her early twenties, Keiko Nakagawa. His only hope at getting through this unscathed.

"Takeshi Shunsuke," Baldy glared at the figure now standing before him, "ฉันบอกให้คุณมาคนเดียว" (I told you to come alone).

Takeshi's face is as cold as ice. Not betraying what he truly feels inside.

"ใช้ขั้นตอนหนึ่งไปข้างหน้ามากขึ้นและฉันจะฆ่าเธอ," (Take one more step forward and i WILL kill her), Baldy pulled the girl in front of him making her as a shield, further tightening the grip he has on her which effectively suffocates her even more.

"ที่ส่งคุณ?" (Thī̀ s̄̀ng khuṇ? = who sent you?)

Baldy laughed again, "มังกรกษัตริย์แห่งเอเชียตะวันออก ตอนนี้ถ้าผมจะฆ่าคุณฉันจะเป็นที่มีชื่อเสียงเช่นเดียวกับคุณสำหรับมักจะได้รับสิ่งที่เขาต้องการ..." (The dragon king of East Asia. Now, If i were to kill you, i would be famous just like you for always getting what he wants...). Baldy's gun is now directed at Keiko's head, "ทิ้งอาวุธของคุณหัวหน้าหรือจะคู่หมั้นของคุณตาย." (Throw away your weapons, chief or your fiance's gonna die)