Chapter 27: Jail (Samuel)

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"Oh my god. Guanjun really messed up this time," Clucking his tongue, Matthias recounted the countless times Guanjun had tried to persuade them into investing into his drug business. "It's all for a good cause," He would cajole whenever they disagreed. Of course, now that he had gotten into trouble with the law, it was time for him to face the consequences of his actions (Oh come on, don't tell me you feel bad for him. You'd want to kill him too if he had taken your first-born son too, right?). Matthias knew for a fact that under the Singapore law, more than 25g of ice found on a person would warrant the mandatory death penalty (Guanjun had 7 truckloads), and that Guanjun would either have to assist the DDA (Drug Deterrence Agency - CNB collapsed in 2025) significantly, or appear mentally unstable. Of course, there was another option of proving that he was only a courier in delivering the drugs, but both you and I (and Guanjun) know that that is completely out of the question (7 truckloads, remember?).

Then, Samuel suggested the idea of visiting Guanjun. "I mean, it's the only thing logical at this point, right?"

So off they went, 10 people (excluding Guanjun) crammed into 2 cars, off to the IJB on a Thursday afternoon.

Meanwhile, in his cell, Guanjun was actually starting to worry that his division forgot about him. I mean, if you were stuck in jail for 72 hours and risked losing your position that automatically had lemon mints delivered to your office every morning at 8, you would worry too, right?

But no. His division did not forget about him. In fact, the only thing separating them was a metal door with the words "Custody Room 2" neatly printed onto it with gold.

Creak.

The door inched open.

Voices.

Headache.

Visions appearing.

Headache.

He blacked out.

End of Chapter 27: Jail

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