At six o'clock that evening, in the changing room.
"The drugs didn't arrive?" Ophelia, who was preparing to take off her prison uniform in front of the locker, paused momentarily.
"Yeah. According to the plan, I should have gotten the next batch of drugs tonight," Meiruki, standing beside her, whispered, "But it seems like there's been a complication now."
"What do you mean?" Ophelia didn't understand.
"I had arranged for three addicts to smuggle the drugs in with their belongings, and I even bribed the guards along with it," Meiruki said, staring at her locker, "But during the yard time earlier, someone tipped me off that those three were taken away by the guards directly. I'm afraid... the goods have probably been intercepted."
"Didn't you prepare a diversion?" Ophelia's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Indeed, I didn't expect that the warden would counterattack so quickly..." Meiruki's expression turned grave, "I've been outmaneuvered."
