It isn't something good

At six o'clock in the evening, a black car was parked downstairs at the Hilton.

The reporters who sensed blood all focused on the vehicle that rolled in. After they confirmed the license plate number, they immediately surrounded the vehicle.

The security guards waiting at the entrance of the hotel were prepared, and they formed a wall to block the reporters as well as passers-by and tourists curious about the commotion.

Frankberg Foreign Minister Stein, who had just finished his visit from Xin's presidential palace, got out of the car and walked to the main entrance of the hotel. The reporters desperately tried to stuff microphones below the guards' armpits and above the guards' shoulders, in an attempt to reach Stein to obtain some more information about the upcoming Outer Space Security Summit in two days.

"Mr. Stein, did you just go to Xin's presidential palace?"

"Will Frankberg and Xin strengthen their cooperation in space?"