Discussion of Lalisa Manoban's execution has taken place at the mansion of Chaun Juntasa. Mafia leaders of certain Asian countries have come to talk about his plan. Everyone sits in a chair at a long table, nothing but serious faces. Everyone wants to know why they are here, though, they had the slightest idea. It had only taken a few hours to all meet up, the quickest in Mafia history.

When the other Mafia leaders found out about the problem, they all wanted to be present. Nobody wanted to miss out on the gossip, it's much better to be apart of the gossip than to be the gossip and have people talk major shit about you for not attending the meeting you were invited to. They wanted to see what they can gain from this meeting, is that they hadn't had a meeting in a few months, they were in desperate need of one.

Especially if it had to do with Chuan Juntasa, everyone loved coming to his meetings because he always had such nice gifts to hand out, a certain amount of pounds of any drug they'd want from his warehouses. The best pick of young girls to take back with them to their country. It's quite the news for all the Asian Clans, it's much more important than who wore the best dress at the latest awards show.

Wine and cigars are handed out to each man. LAOS, Malaysia, China, Vietnam, Myanmar, and Cambodia Mafia leaders are all at one table. All dressed in their best and most expensive attire. Silk suits and gold chains and watches, also bringing their own small gifts for Chuan for his hospitality. Many men armed with their best gun, just in case a feud breaks out, and it wouldn't be their blood that would be shed. They were all definitely ready for the meeting of the century.

For crying out loud, it's about killing someone. Everyone wants to be around for it, it's really one of these meetings where you can't miss it or you never hear about what was said during the gathering. All assemblies have a strict "no share" policy. If you break those rules, you can say goodbye to your connections with a lot of other Mafias.

"Shall we talk about the issue at hand here?" Chuan asks. "Just promise us that you won't involve us in this execution, that you'll be doing it yourself." The Mafia leader of LOAS says. "Let's talk about circumstances first, I think that we need to discuss before we start promising things that we all know very well, will happen." He says, everyone nods. "Okay, so the purpose of this meeting is, you want to kill Krit Lohla's granddaughter." The Mafia leader from Cambodia says out loud.

"Yes," Chuan says. "That's outrageously idiotic, you can't do that." The Mafia leader from China rebuttals. "Why the hell not?" Chuan asks. "Because, you know the heir can't be executed, they have to take head unless they give you-", "DO YOU WANT A YOUNG IDIOTIC GIRL RUNNING A MAN RUNNED MAFIA?!" Chuan yells. But, because Mafia leaders are always fearless, none of them are fazed. All the men just stare at Chuan, they want to see what he has planned for this execution.

They want to know if it's worth breaking the rules. "I have ruled for almost 23 years, I'm not going to give up everything. This little bitch will be the end of all strings, of all success. And we can't let that happen." Chuan says, only gaining a few nods from the men. He needs to be more convincing.

"All of you will lose your irreplaceable partnership with Thailand because of this little bitch, that won't know how to lead. She won't be a leader at all. How does that make you all feel?" They all look at each other and he gains more nods from the men who weren't nodding before. "You are right, but let this be the only time this happens. You have been a great supporter and supplier for Vietnam, we definitely don't want to lose our connections with you. This means if we are ever in a crisis and need help, you will come by our side and support us." This brought a smile to Chuan's face.

"Thank you, we wouldn't want to lose connections with you either. And definitely, we will support you and fight with you, even if it results in bloodshed. If this is what everyone else wants, then you have it, just by giving me permission to execute the Heir." There are whispers around the table. "How exactly will you execute her?", "That will be determined once I have her, I will take that into my own hands." Chuan lies, he already had planned as to how he'd execute Lalisa.

"Will we be able to watch?" LOAS leader asks. "You know very well that it's unauthorized," Chuan says. "Every man for himself." He adds. "Fine, will you send us pictures?" Malaysia's leader asks. "Fine fine, if that's what will please you all." Chuan smiles, everyone is quiet for a while as they all sip their wine and take a generous amount of inhales of their cigars. "More blood on your hands shouldn't be what you want Chuan, especially after you all of a suddenly claimed leadership of Thailand's Mafia. You've killed lots of your own people, than any of us have." Myanmar's Mafia leader says.

"The more blood, the better. The more everyone will fear me, you all should learn more from me. And I didn't claim leadership, my men like my goals for the clan and they asked me to rule, I gladly took my chances and look at me now. I'm successful and I've got everything I want." Chuan smiles. "Fine, I'm only agreeing because you have the best Marijuana house out of all the Asian countries." China's Mafia leader says.

"That's it? Only for my Marijuana?" Chuan asks, leaning far back into his chair and he looks at all the men, "Your meth is good too.", "Your Angel dust.", "You always have the best whores too." Chuan smiles as he hears all the good things that his Mafia has provided to the other countries. "So is this a yes from everyone?" He asks, pulling the cigar to his teeth and a young girl lights it for him. "Yes." All the men say at the same time. "I'm also in search of her father, Lee Manoban, fucken leach owes me money I know he can't repay. I want his dick in my hand, I want to feed it to my dog." Chuan explains.

Many men laugh, "The only thing I'll ask of you is for everyone to have a full search of their country for the both of them. Then it's like we never had this meeting, right? I'll have my prisoners and we will carry on with business." Everyone nods to his instructions. "So why don't we all just have a drink and have a little fun!" Chuan smiles, all the other men puff on their cigars and drink their wine. "Whores for anyone!?" Chuan exclaims young girls walk out of the main door. All either eighteen years old or nineteen, for men in their late fifties and sixties.

This was Chuan's plan to keep all the other Mafia leaders at their word, they had given him permission to kill Lalisa Manoban. Of course, he didn't need permission to kill Lee Manoban, that one was a given. Chuan is such a sick man, he considers letting all his men have their way with her. Then pull out all her nails, drill holes in her knees so she's unable to get up. Cover her with gasoline before setting her on fire. He wants her life to be miserable.

He was smiling to himself to the thought of that little bitch burning in all her clothes, in a fire that can be spotted from miles away, screaming at the top of her lungs as the fire consumes her skin, making it into nothing but paste. Watching her slowly become dust and nothing more like all that her life is worth nothing. The stench of burning flesh consuming his senses. Because why would a Mafia leader want to make someone's life happy?

They wouldn't, they like to make everyone suffer. Chuan sits back and watches as the young girls crawl all over the old horny men from the other Mafias. Such a great way to make everyone finalize their answers, pussy. Pussy is always the answer, cause you never run out of it. And if you do, you go out and get more of it.

The room was later filled with smoke and drunk men. What a fabulous plan, such an easy way to get what he wants. Everything would be his way. "I want her to fucking scream at the top of her lungs, I want to hear her voice crack." He whispers to himself. "I want her to scream like her pathetic grandfather." He smiles. "I want to know if it runs in the family.." He laughs.

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•Months before Lalisa was born•

"Men, I have an announcement!" An excited Krit Lohla exclaims to his men. "My daughter is having a baby girl." He smiles wide. "I know it's not what we expected, we all wanted a boy for the rightful ruling. But I think my granddaughter would do just fine with taking over when I'm on my deathbed.. right?" He asks, all the men at the table looked excited, they adored their leader.

He was always so great to them, and he never meant harm on Thailand. He always protected the streets, the women and children were his biggest priority. Thailand was always a beautiful place, but all of that would change. A young Chuan Juntasa had envied Krit because everyone loved him.

Chuan wanted to have all the power, it had always been his dream to rule the Thailand Mafia. He wanted it in his hands, he wanted it all, and he wanted it now. As Krit went off about how he loves his family and he cherishes everyone in the clan, Chuan was thinking up a plan to execute Krit.

Oh, yes.. it had come to mind. The young Chaun smiled with the rest of the men, for a completely different reason. That night, as Krit was leaving to see his daughter at her house, Chuan followers him in his car. He follows Krit for a few miles so that he was far away from the mansion and they were a bit closer to civilization.

Chuan flashes his lights and Krit pulls over into a dirt road. Chuan makes sure he has everything, his gallon of gasoline, his gun, a crowbar, and matches. Chaun walks up to the car and Krit gets out.

"Chuan, is something wrong?" The old man asks. Chuan pulls out his gun. "Get back in your fucking car." He points it at the old man. "What's going on? I don't understand." Krit says. Chuan fires his gun and shoots Krit in his right knee, forcing him to fall back into the car. Chaun smiles at the sound of Krit whining in pain. "I'm only going to say this once." Chuan clocks back his gun, pulling another bullet into the chamber. "You give me the chair to rule." He tells the old man.

"What? No! You're outrageous!" Krit yells. Chuan shoots the old man in his other knee. "I'm not going to say it again," Chuan says over Krit's cries of pain. "Okay!!! Okay!!! Just leave my granddaughter out of this!" Krit yells. Chuan smiles, "Done." But oh, Chaun wasn't done there. "Put your legs in your car.", "What?" Chaun points the gun at Krit. "PUT YOUR FUCKING LEGS IN THE CAR!" Chuan yells. Krit does as he ordered by lifting his legs into the car with his hands since they had lost feeling after a few minutes.

Chuan slams the car door and starts to bang the side of it with the crowbar. He then hears police sirens, "Is there a problem here?" He hears the officer. Chuan turns and looks at the man. "No sir, just Mafia Business." The officer then looks terrified. "You saw nothing here, right? Officer? It was a car accident." Chuan says. "It was a car accident, I'm sorry." The officer gets back in his car and drives off.

Chuan smiles and looks back at Krit. "Now look at you, so weak." He tells the old man. "No one will follow your rules." He says. Anger roars inside the young Chuan, he grabs the gallon of gasoline and drowns the old man in it. Krit chokes and gasps at the gasoline that is spilled over him. The gasoline burning his wounds, he wouldn't be able to walk out of the car since his legs no longer work and Chuan has damaged the car door and he's unable to leave.

He wasn't strong enough to carry himself over the passenger seat. Chuan pulls out a match and lights it. "Any last words?" He asks. "You will be punished, someone will come and end you like you've ended me. And Thailand will be like it once was, happy." Chuan laughs, "Yeah fucken right." He says before simply flicking the lit match into the car, setting the old man on Fire. Chuan watched as the old man tossed his arms and scratched at his face.

Krit screaming is music to the young Chuan's ears. Chuan uses the fire from the man, to light his cigar. He smiles and turns to his car, soon Krit's vehicle was on fire. Chuan gladly drives back to the mansion to share the news with the clan that is now his. When he gets there everyone is expecting Krit. "Where is Krit? He said he'd be back as soon as possible." One of the men asks. "He said for everyone to wait in the meeting room," Chuan says, all the men listen, heading into the meeting room and it makes him smile. He makes sure his gun is loaded.

Any rebuttals and it'd be a goner for that person. Many conversations take place as Chuan walks into the room, he locks the door and walks to the end of the table where he takes his rightful seat in the leader's chair. All conversations automatically stop. All the men are looking at him in shock, you never sit in the leader's seat. Unless you want to be killed. "You're sitting in leader Krit's seat." a man speaks up. "Leader Krit who?" Chuan asks as he leans back into his seat and crosses a leg over the other.

All the men look confused, "Leader Krit was in a car accident today. I thought you all knew that I thought you all kept up with the news." Chuan says. Many men pull out their phone and see that the news are true. "What are we supposed to do? Krit never planned for a new leader except for his granddaughter.", "She's not even born yet." Many more conversations break out. "QUIET!" He yells it's silent.

"That is why I'm going to take over." He says. Many men start to laugh, he's basically the youngest of the group. "What's so funny?" He asks as he sets his gun on the table, it's silent again. "I said I'm taking over, and that's final if you have a problem with that. Then you'll have to take it up with my precious gun here." Chuan says. "You can't just say you're going to take over, there has to be a vote of some sort." A man speaks up, to only be shot in the face by Chuan's gun. Blood splatters on the men around the one who was shot, they all look shocked.

"No voting, I'm the leader now," Chuan says. Everyone looks at him, many with blood on their faces now. Chuan stands up and carries his gun. "Please, everyone.. take a seat." He insists. Everyone hesitantly sits down, but there are so many men, that some have to stand. "Now, my vision is to start a cocaine lab," Chuan says, many men nod. "See, being on the sidelines I've heard what many of you wanted, but Krit didn't allow," Chuan announces.

"Throw them out to me and we'll make it happen!" He cheers. "Prostitutes!" A man yells. "YES!" Chuan agrees. "Marijuana!", "Yes!!" "Meth!!", "Keep it coming!", "Ecstasy!", "Brilliant!", "Heroin!!", "EXCELLENT!!" All the men had named their wants and Chuan had accepted, no matter how bad they could get in trouble. He did it. He wanted it.

All the men were happy, "See my men, I'll give you all the wants in the world. I won't ever say no." Chuan smiles. "So you're our new leader." A man says. "Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Chuan asks the man. "Definitely not." He answers back. "Good. Now! I need a hand full of you to contact our connections and tell them that there's a new leader and that there's a lot of changes going on. Tell them that we will have all their wants and they won't need to go to any other country for what we will have." Chuan says.

All the men nod, "We will be the wealthiest Clan in the world!" All the men cheer in agreement with the young Chuan Juntasa. It was such an easy task to take over the Thailand Mafia. It made him wish that he had made a plan to kill Krit earlier and taken over. All the men of the clan were so gullible and didn't have a suspicion in the world that Chuan was the one who killed Krit.

Krit's family was devastated about the incident, they also fell for the lie of him having a car accident. No one ever suspected that it was all Chuan and his plan to take over Thailand. They let an evil man take lead and it has brought Thailand to ruin. It had made all the people scared for their lives, but it is the secret services like the WPP that make people feel safe.

After that, Chuan's power has only gotten stronger, all his drugs and young prostitutes were in high demand all over the Asian countries. Neither suspicious, they happily welcomed Chuan to the cycle of drug dealing and prostitution. Everyone made it ever so easy for a criminal like Chuan Juntasa to take over and shed the blood of his own people, sell the young girls and women that Krit had once protected. Higher the men that once helped protect the women and children.

Now the question is, when will it all come to an end? When will Chuan get what he deserves and have nothing? When no one will remember who he is and fear him no more when people will stand up for themselves and fight against his men and the clan that has become. And when will Thailand see the light again?

When Chuan Juntasa is dead.

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