Yasothon’s Night of Chaos: Apisit Hoolob’s Arrest After Tattoo Shop Shootout

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In the sleepy, yet sometimes balmy streets of Yasothon city, a bizarre and unnerving chain of events led to the arrest of 30-year-old Apisit Hoolob. The scene of the crime? A humble tattoo shop that unknowingly became the setting for an early morning showdown involving revving engines, misguided envy, and the clatter of gunfire.

It was the early hours of April 28, the clock inching past 2 AM, when a group of friends led by a fellow known ubiquitously as Joke—real name Kritsaranai—decided to bid farewell to a local bar. Under the fading echoes of clinking glasses and muted laughter, they ambled outside, presumably still buoyed by the brimming camaraderie of the night.

But this serene exit was rudely interrupted. Enter a white Isuzu pickup truck, its engine growling with unusual ferocity. To the untrained ear, it might have sounded like an innocuous automotive flex—the kind that marks youthful exuberance or mere casual bravado. But tonight, the sound carried a different sinister undertone.

Fast forward to roughly 4:30 AM. The group had relocated to a tattoo shop nestled along Ha Thunwa Road, and just as they settled in, the night erupted. Gunshots pierced the air, the ferocity of their echoes matched only by their unexpectedness. Bullets perforated the shop’s walls, though fortune graced those inside, sparing any from injury. The gunmen, shrouded in darkness and mischief, receded into the night.

In a swift, methodical investigation, the spotlight fell on Apisit Hoolob, now a suspect of prime interest. Law enforcement officers, under the precise direction of Sarunphong Jaksurat, Deputy Superintendent of Mueang Yasothon Police Station, orchestrated an arrest at a modest rented house in Pathum Ratchawongsa district, Amnat Charoen Province. Accompanying the apprehension were tangible evidences: a .38 caliber firearm, thirty bullets, a singular lonely casing, the notorious white Isuzu, and the garments Apisit wore like a haunting reminder of that chaotic dawn.

Apisit’s explanation unraveled like a plot from a B-movie thriller. It turns out, the roaring engine wasn’t just a harmless display of vehicular prowess. It marked a vendetta against the tattoo shop owner, a retaliation born from the belief that his own pickup’s engine revs were jeered at—not once, but a second time at a nearby restaurant. The situation had been inflamed when Joke and friends made overtures towards the girlfriend of the mysterious shooter, making a seemingly harmless request for her Instagram handle—a request that undoubtedly sowed seeds of jealousy and rage.

KhaoSod, an ever-vigilant repository of the city’s happenings, noted that Apisit was the driver—not the shooter. His confession opened pathways to uncover the shadowed figure who remained at large, revealing the involvement of not one, but two firearms. The evidence? A smattering of bullet casings littering the tattoo shop’s vicinity like ominous breadcrumbs.

Now, as the embered dramas of Yasothon shade into infamy, the city looks to resolve this latest saga, a reminder of how quickly things can spiral from a night out to a regaled tale of revs and retaliation. Fortunately, with the long arm of the law prevailing, there is hope for peace to return, and for the daily humdrum of life to reclaim its rightful place on the streets.

Meanwhile, the steadfast citizens of Yasothon gather in familiar haunts, sipping stories as much as their beverages, swapping hushed whispers of the night, while the call of the warm, unheeding moon hangs serenely overhead.