The M'tok felt no offense at such feeble attacks. On the contrary, they found them entertaining.
"Nice massage technique. Too bad you're too old to put any strength into it."
One of the M'tok sneered.
"Aliens, get out of our empire!" the old man shouted angrily. "The days when you can bully us however you please will soon be over! Our great Marshal will drive you out!"
"Heh. I'll look forward to that, then. But your Marshal wouldn't dare," the M'tok Ambassador said with a laugh.
How boring. Once our Criminal Enterprise branch opens here, they'll behave themselves.
The M'tok Ambassador lost interest and squeezed out of the shop, warping the doorframe with a bang.
The old shopkeeper was left helplessly pounding the floor.
Aliens! Damned aliens! They not only insulted our people, but even dared to insult our great Marshal!
"Please don't get so angry, sir. You'll only hurt your health."
Xi Yan's voice sounded beside the old man.
The old man looked up. It was coming from the surveillance camera in the shop.
These shops all belonged to the state and were administered by the local government. His only responsibility was to look after the shop.
"Marshal!" The old man scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the camera that had spoken.
The Marshal had been watching over them all along!
"Our nation is too weak, so we have no choice but to endure."
Xi Yan's voice sounded somewhat subdued.
"Marshal, must we really endure the aliens' insults like this?"
The old man sank helplessly to the floor and reached both hands toward the camera.
"No. This won't go on forever," Xi Yan said.
"I promise you that one day, I will destroy their nation and wipe out their species. I give you my word as Marshal."
His