Beneath the Golden Temple

The golden spires of Bangkok’s temples gleamed in the sunlight, an iconic symbol of tradition and serenity. But beneath the city’s vibrant streets lay a shadowy world where the Nine Dragons conducted their dirtiest business.

David and Felix stood at the entrance of an abandoned warehouse in the bustling Bang Rak district, their eyes scanning for signs of movement. Nicholas, a towering figure with a weathered face, leaned against a nearby post.

“This doesn’t look like much from the outside. You sure this is the place?”

Nicholas nods. “The tunnels run beneath here, connecting the river to the old market, David. It’s where they move everything—drugs, weapons, animals. You name it.”

Felix adjusted his jacket, his sharp eyes darting toward the darkened entrance.

“We’re not just looking for proof this time. We’re looking for answers. Loy Xing Zhe’s hand is all over this, and we need to know why.”

David glances at Nicholas. “And you? What’s your stake in this?”