In the conference room on the third floor of the Qinghe Provincial Public Security Bureau, the room was already filled with smoke, with visibility not exceeding three meters, comparable to the "gods descending to earth" scenes from old TV dramas.
The people gathered around the conference table were all frowning, with a cloud of worry over their faces, almost everyone holding a cigarette.
Outside the conference room, Chu Xiaolin, with her hair in a bun, saw this scene through the glass and shook her head silently.
"Looks like your captain is about to get criticized again."
Hu Chi shrugged, his expression not too pleasant.
The central command, plus the chief personally overseeing, "It's strange if Captain Zhou is comfortable."
He was unhappy because when the leader is in a bad mood, it's naturally not going to be a good day for the small soldiers below.
But they also understood that this was something unavoidable; the social impact of this case was too great.
