At seven o'clock, Daisy Ginger's car stopped at the entrance of Banyan City's detention center.
The city was not yet fully awake, but the entrance of the detention center was bustling — a drunkard was being dragged out of a police car, hugging a lamppost and vomiting; there were ruffians, who had gotten into a bloody brawl, standing fiercely in front of the police car, exchanging curses with each other, the tense atmosphere suggesting that another fight was imminent at the detention center entrance, but the police holding batons came out and cursed them, pushing them to walk inside the gates.
The noise, the commotion, all converged here. Daisy Ginger rolled down the car window and looked out, her slender eyebrows knitted lightly on her pale face, showing some displeasure —
This place was filthy, and she wasn't very keen on getting out.
Zoe Hilker woke up, observed, and immediately raised her hand, saying: "Ginger, I'll go for you!"
