The agents all turned around, and dozens of humans and three M'tok stared at one another.
"What are you doing?" the M'tok Ambassador asked coldly, hands on hips.
"..." The agents glanced at the three extremely muscular Stone People.
"Fuck! You damned aliens! For the Marshal and the Empire-"
The lead agent let out a strange yell, then charged straight at the M'tok Ambassador.
Then the rest of the agents rushed forward with hammers in hand, howling.
"Long live the Marshal!"
Dozens of hammers rained down on the M'tok Ambassador's legs, producing crisp metallic clangs.
The two Stone People behind the M'tok Ambassador darted in front. "Protect the Ambassador!"
"Stop! Get back!" The M'tok Ambassador held out a hand to stop them, pushing them back behind.
"Don't do anything rash!"
Even the Ambassador could now tell that the humans had deliberately arranged this. Their aim was...
To keep stirring up conflict between them?
Xi Yan's overt scheme was simple enough to understand, but looking at the pile of agents at the Ambassador's feet, swinging hammers in an attempt to attack, the M'tok Ambassador suddenly faced a dilemma.
Fight back?
That would create more conflict, which would be terrible for Mr. Kabulosius's negotiations.
Not fight back?
Was I supposed to copy the folks next door and be a useless security camera?
Now that one-track mind had run into roadblocks at both ends.
Wait, how about... watching for now?
The M'tok Ambassador stood still, letting the agents hammer away wildly.
Actually, it really did feel like a massage parlor back on the homeworld.
And so a bizarre scene took shape.
Dozens of humans with hammers surrounded the M'tok Ambassador at the front, pounding away like a raging storm. The two M'tok attendants behind simply stood watching without moving.
*Well, what do you