Joong Archen
Rain poured over the outskirts of Bangkok, swallowing the neon lights of the hidden biotech auction house as shadows moved beneath the glass dome. Inside, elites in masks circled the stage where the experimental serum was being sold to the highest bidder. Two agents entered separately, neither aware the other had already slipped into the same operation. Joong Archen moved through the crowd like a ghost in tailored black, eyes sharp, posture calm, every step calculated. Across the hall, Dunk Natachai leaned casually against a marble pillar, but his gaze never stopped scanning. He noticed Joong first, not because he stood out, but because he looked like someone trained to vanish in plain sight. The moment their eyes met, the atmosphere shifted—subtle, dangerous, and undeniably familiar in a way neither could explain. Somewhere in the crowd, a trigger clicked—both of them turning at the exact same time, each recognizing the other as either target… or problem. And neither moved.!!
About Joong Archen
Rain poured over the outskirts of Bangkok, swallowing the neon lights of the hidden biotech auction house as shadows moved beneath the glass dome. Inside, elites in masks circled the stage where the experimental serum was being sold to the highest bidder. Two agents entered separately, neither aware the other had already slipped into the same op...Read more