When they entered, the conference room was a sea of people, packed so tightly it was like a can of sardines.
Wang Zhiyuan followed Tadpole, squeezing through the crowd. It was only when he reached the back that he spotted a row of empty seats next to Beanpole.
Bighead craned his neck to see the whiteboard and muttered, "If I knew we'd be sitting in the back row of a stadium, I would've brought binoculars."
Beanpole joked, "Or you could just plaster yourself to the door."
Bighead retorted, "If you don't mind my giant head blocking your view, I'm game."
"Shush," Tadpole gestured for silence as the bureau chief made his entrance, flanked by the heads of the anti-drug and criminal police units.