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!"
Daisy Ginger shook her head, said nothing, and opened the car door to get out.
As she stepped down, everyone at the entrance of the detention center fell silent, even the drunkard leaning against the lamppost stopped vomiting and looked up.
When Daisy Ginger arrived, she was wearing Zoe Hilker’s black strap dress, slim-fitting, and the fabric was soft and close-fitting, highlighting the beautiful contours of her body. Her neck was long and slender, with delicate collarbones exposed, with only a thin brown lamb-wool shawl draped over her shoulders, no makeup, her long hair cascading like seaweed, giving her an artistic and languid look.
"Ginger!" Lady Stephens’ car happened to pull up as well, and upon seeing Daisy Ginger, she immediately ran up with a quick trot.
Lady Stephens was still in her pajamas, seemingly having rushed out upon receiving a phone call, without even changing clothes, wearing her home slippers in a hurry.
Perhaps having never encountered such a situation in her life, Lady Stephens looked extremely flustered, like a small animal running to her front, grabbing her hand and looking at her eagerly, seeking reassurance.
Daisy Ginger gently let go of Lady Stephens’ hand and calmly said, "Let’s go in and have a look first."
Inside the detention center, Edward Stephens and Ethan Pond were locked up together.
The two sat on opposite sides, and the young officer who had brought them knocked on the door and said to them: "Your family is here."
While dealing with the bail procedures, Daisy Ginger also heard the whole story about how the two were caught.
—— In the middle of the night, Ethan Pond and Edward Stephens had fought intensely at her villa’s gate, almost tearing up her lawn, and the neighbors got scared and called the police, directly arresting these "little thugs" who were fighting at midnight.
A "baseball bat" used in the crime was successfully confiscated.
"So I just need to sign here, right?" Daisy Ginger raised her head, brushing aside the loose hair falling on her cheek, and softly asked the officer sitting across from her.
The young officer’s face blushed lightly under her gaze, his tone also softening, "Yes. Sign your name, pay the money, and you can take them away."
Daisy Ginger nodded, called Zoe Hilker to pay the bail, then lit a cigarette, and went to see the two detained men.
Ethan Pond and Edward Stephens were both sporting different degrees of bruises.
Edward Stephens had a bruised lip, and Ethan Pond’s eye was completely black.
The two men were covered in dirt, and it was unclear how many times they had rolled on the ground.
Daisy Ginger walked inside, stopped in front of Ethan Pond, picked a piece of dry grass from his short hair, and holding it between her fingers, said to Ethan Pond, "Look at yourself, what a state you’re in now?"