As they spoke, Shi Tiexin flicked his hand, and ten case files whooshed across the desk, landing accurately and neatly in the empty spaces on the document rack.
Another one of Boss's special skills—Cheng Long was forced to remain calm.
He took a sip of water, then shook his head. "I still think all this paperwork is too tedious. It holds us up too much."
With each eye watching a different screen, Shi Tiexin entered data as he spoke. "It does hold things up, in a way. Over long periods of work, formalism gradually takes hold. Too many people focus on flashy tricks, only increasing the burden on those at the grassroots and delaying the efficiency of justice. Once I become a leader, I'll make sure to put this trend to the knife."
Cheng Long pressed his palms together. "Boss, hurry up and become chief!"
Shi Tiexin smiled. "You'd be satisfied with just chief?"
"You're amazing." Cheng Long drained his water. "I'd better check the homepage for 'Twitter Public Safety' for you."
Great Detective Shi's Twitter homepage had already become an important channel for receiving anonymous reports. Reading through the messages had become a major part of Cheng Long's work.
Normally, managing the account of such a "Sunshine Cop" made Cheng Long quite happy. He would post the details of online reports, chat nonsense with the netizens for a while, and casually use the skills he had learned from his hometown's internet to let these foreigners experience the mighty absurdity of true King-tier players. It was pretty enjoyable.
But today, after scrolling through several pages, Cheng Long angrily shouted, "Bastards! Boss, someone's slandering you online!"
Shi Tiexin remained utterly unruffled. "When cutting through brambles and thorns, you're bound to startle a few flying gnats and running dogs. Normal."
But Cheng