The meaning couldn't be clearer—stop the harsh scolding! You've scolded him to the point of submission! Don't forget, we still need to rely on the cooperation of his five thousand "noodle soldiers" for the operation later!
If you really scold him to the point where he abandons the task, tonight's performance can't go on!
Song Heping took a deep breath, his chest heaving dramatically a few times as he forcefully suppressed the frustration of not being able to turn iron into steel back into his heart.
He understood that Utekin's concern was reasonable. Now is not the time to vent emotions; the operation must be executed.
He exhaled a long, heavy breath into the microphone, as if trying to expel all the frustration from his chest. His tone mellowed as he forcefully redirected the topic: "Alright... let's not talk about these damn nuisances for now."
The anger in his voice was forcibly suppressed, but the cold hardness remained.
