Half past eight in the evening.
Bangkok.
The residence of Mayor Kun Thai.
In the luxurious study on the second floor, Kun Thai was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts about the recent chaos within the underground forces of Bangkok. Particularly, the fire incident at the archives room of the Bangkok City Police Station today had drawn his attention back to the strange changes happening within the underworld forces. He sensed a whiff of conspiracy in the air.
Despite lacking in hard, factual evidence like Phipa, the succinctly weird situation had allowed him to notice way too many irregularities. But doubts remain doubts and speculations stay as speculation. He only thought briefly about it before moving on. After all, he doesn't have any significant stake with these underground forces, in fact, they were his opposition. The more of them that died, the better.
