C25 The Dragon’s Net

The silence thickened. Arun’s breath was steady, but his fists were tight, ready.

Then—movement.

A tall man stepped from behind the lockers, followed by another, both dressed in black. Their expressions were calm, too calm. Yakuza muscle.

“Arun Somchai?” the first one said, voice low, controlled. “Come quietly. Riku-sama is waiting.”

Arun’s stomach turned. So it was Riku’s men