The sky was still fairly clear, cloudless for miles, but the Mo brothers' hearts had long been shrouded in dark clouds. Qin Fen was really playing dirty. At the very least, he should have thrown a fit. Yet now he was just dragging things out, and nobody knew what he was trying to accomplish. If Qin Fen had asked a question, they could at least righteously tell everyone around them, "We did nothing wrong. We're simply carrying out our duties impartially. If you want to argue, go argue with the Jade Emperor."
It wasn't that they refused to release anyone; it was their duty. Anyone who acted recklessly was bullying them. If he was dissatisfied, he could go pick a fight with their boss. What kind of hero was Dongwang Gong, taking out his frustration on subordinates?
If Qin Fen truly lost his temper, that would be great for them. To put it bluntly, he would be abusing his power and making trouble without reason. Morally speaking, Qin Fen would lose completely, and it would deal a fatal blow to his image.
Qin Fen had a fairly good reputation in the Heavenly Court, but if he acted too wildly and without limits, it would provoke resentment among the lower ranks. It would be a blow to Big Chef's reputation. Nobody liked an unreasonable person who made trouble for no reason.
As the saying went, with reason, one could travel the world; without reason, one could not take a single step. That was the Mo brothers' plan. It was vicious and sinister, but Qin Fen simply refused to take the bait. He did not even ask a question. This was a fairly common sort of warning in official circles—nothing unusual.
Of course, they were not kneeling for nothing. With their heads