The scene was awkward!
Wei Yun shouted and commanded imperiously.
Yet no one dared to arrest Wu Jie or kill the Dugao Dog.
With trepidation, they stood their ground, not moving forward.
At that moment.
Wei Yun's secretary stumbled back from the cornfield.
Seeing that many people did not obey the orders, he too became angry.
Wearing glasses, clad in a white shirt and black trousers, he looked like a cultured scholar.
But he had the demeanor of a fawning sycophant, always ready to curry favor.
There it was.
Seeing Wei Yun in a towering rage and his command being ignored, the secretary also fumed.
"Have you all lost your minds?"
"Why aren't you following orders to capture the man and kill the dog?"
"You don't want your jobs, is that it? Don't you want promotions? Huh??"
The secretary screamed at the top of his lungs.
But that was all he did—he wouldn't dare charge over to seize Wu Jie or kill the Dugao Dog.
He wouldn't dare, even if he had a hundred times the courage.
