This enraged Fleming, but he could only force himself to endure it, lowering his head as he walked into the police station.
People were coming and going in the main hall; it was a bustling scene.
But when Fleming walked in, all eyes fell on him, and the room instantly fell silent.
Fleming sensed something was off and, his anger flaring, looked up.
WHOOSH!
The hall was filled with noise again. Those discussing cases went back to discussing cases, and those slacking off and chatting went back to slacking off and chatting, as if the momentary silence had never happened.
Fleming froze for a moment, then, his expression dark, returned to his office and slammed the door shut.
The moment he shut the door, the noise in the main hall outside quieted down.
Then, the officers in the station put their heads together and began to whisper.
"I heard our boss got slapped and sent flying over ten meters, nearly beaten to death!" one said, his face flush with excitement.
