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As expected, when they arrived at the traffic police station, they first measured Ye Ling's blood alcohol content. After the test, they simply threw Ye Ling into the detention center.
Being pushed into a dark room by the guards left Ye Ling stunned. What was this supposed to mean? Was it that straightforward?
It was a deep trap indeed. Drunk driving and direct detention for fifteen days without even a slight chance of reprieve.
Ye Ling felt like crying but had no tears, staring at the slamming door and then at the other guys sitting inside, each having committed some minor offense.
"Ah, forget it, might as well be honest. It's not too bad, an experience of a different kind of life."
Ye Ling shook his head with a wry smile, looked around at the dozen or so burly men, and couldn't help but smile faintly. He nodded at everyone, then found a single bed and sat down on it.
