High up on the podium, the Third Marshal, watched as Yang Xue calmly walked to the centre of the podium and stopped right in front of the chair next to the metal tube. He tsked. Now that the mandron was in the care of the Government, things were a little difficult.
The Government and the Twelve-army Coalition did not see eye to eye, always grappling for power behind the scenes. Both forces checkmated each other and although the people tended to favour the Twelve-army Coalition more, the Marshals of the Twelve-army Coalition weren't really united and the main forces of the Government were located inside the Major Planets and not on minor base Planets so it was easy for the Government to still stand on equal footing with them.
Besides, even if he managed to wrest the mandron out of the arms of the Government, it wouldn't last long as the other Eleven Marshals were all secretly keeping tight watch on the mandron due to the news of his genes.
