At this moment, the office building of the Guangling City Public Security Bureau was utterly quiet.
In the director's office, Mr. Chen was sitting alone behind the large desk, going through a thick stack of documents laid out before him.
The light from outside filtered through the half-closed blinds, casting a few faint shadows across the furrow between his brows.
The fountain pen in his hand paused on the paper and, in the end, still did not fall—at the very instant he was about to sign, the scene from yesterday when the provincial task force arrived once again surfaced clearly in his mind.
The comrades who had come down from the provincial department wore solemn expressions; though their manners were thoroughly polite, there was always an undeniable sense of distance about them.
Thinking of this, Mr. Chen's brows knit slightly of their own accord, and the pen in his hand was lightly set down on the documents.
He leaned back into the chair and raised a hand to rub his temples.
