Click, click, click...
Raindrops fell one by one, hitting the window frames, panes, and sills, splattering into eight fragments, looking a bit like a monkey's red behind.
In the slightly cooled-down office of Dai Mingsheng, the atmosphere was beginning to relax.
It was all about routine bureau affairs. While meetings were necessary to coordinate certain matters, Dai Mingsheng had spent nearly a decade in the Criminal Police Brigade, and communication across departments had long since become smooth. Coordination at this point was effortless.
The deputies were in stable spirits. The biggest issue lately was the case in the film studio. Though it still posed some trouble, the root of the problem had already been resolved. For the police, the remaining tasks were nothing serious—just aligning with the messaging of the publicity team.
