Everyone gasped in realization upon hearing that.

“We were so stupid! Why didn’t we think of this earlier?”

“Murder is a crime that needs to be reported! Why were we so blind earlier on?”

“Wayde, isn’t your cousin Brent the director of the police station here? Why don’t you get him to help?”

Wayde Jenkins nodded. “Alright, I’ll contact him now.”

He took out his phone and dialed Brent Jenkins’ number. “Hey, Brent? Could you help me out?”

...

At the police station, Brent Jenkins slammed his hand onto his desk and stood up upon hearing his cousin’s story. “Scumbag!”

“What era does he think he’s living in? How dare he disrespect the rule of law?” Brent yelled, grinding his teeth together. “Rest assured. I’ll deal with this.”

“Round up the riot police! We’re going to arrest him!”

Over at Trust Media, Lacey and Zeke were in the middle of tidying up their office.

Lacey had a sorrowful expression on her face. “We’ve only been here for a couple of days, yet we’ve been trashed two times already. Maybe Trust Media was never meant to be...”

“Don’t worry, Lacey. As long as I’m here, the whole of Eurasia will belong to us,” Zeke said in an attempt to comfort her.

Suddenly, a hoard of men came rushing in.

It was Brent Jenkins and his army of riot police.

Lacey stood rooted to the ground, a little confused.

Why’s the police here? It’s not like I called them or anything...

More importantly, why are there police officers in bulletproof vests?

“You are...” She asked apprehensively.

Brent glanced at the two of them. “Which one of you is Zeke Williams?”

“That would be me.”

Zeke answered Brent’s question without even looking up from sweeping the floor.

Brent huffed before he continued, “Zeke Williams, you’re under arrest for your suspected connections to a murder case.”

Lacey began to panic. “Y-you’ve gotten the wrong person!”

“Zeke is just an employee at my company! He didn’t kill anyone!”

“All our evidence points towards him,” Brent said. “We’ll be the ones deciding if he’s guilty or not.”

That was when Zeke finally looked up.

He did not blame Brent for this; the latter was just executing his duties as a police officer.

The only person to blame would be himself, as he had neglected to inform the higher-ups of his actions beforehand.

“Why don’t you go back and take a good look at my particulars before arresting me?” He asked.

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” Brent snarled.
It wos Brent Jenkins ond his ormy of riot police.

Locey stood rooted to the ground, o little confused.

Why’s the police here? It’s not like I colled them or onything...

More importontly, why ore there police officers in bulletproof vests?

“You ore...” She osked opprehensively.

Brent glonced ot the two of them. “Which one of you is Zeke Willioms?”

“Thot would be me.”

Zeke onswered Brent’s question without even looking up from sweeping the floor.

Brent huffed before he continued, “Zeke Willioms, you’re under orrest for your suspected connections to o murder cose.”

Locey begon to ponic. “Y-you’ve gotten the wrong person!”

“Zeke is just on employee ot my compony! He didn’t kill onyone!”

“All our evidence points towords him,” Brent soid. “We’ll be the ones deciding if he’s guilty or not.”

Thot wos when Zeke finolly looked up.

He did not blome Brent for this; the lotter wos just executing his duties os o police officer.

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