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Chapter 520: Father and Son
"Look, who is this little bastard?"
"My God, look who this old son of a bitch is?"
On Warworld, Yondu and his men confronted the Guardians of the Galaxy in the middle of the road.
The two groups faced each other with forced smiles, exchanging their unique forms of greeting.
Yondu whistled, and his Yaka Arrow, leaving a red trail in the air, immediately floated up. Its tip pointed directly at Star-Lord Quill, and a ferocious expression appeared on Yondu's stern face.
Star-Lord, also on high alert, drew his Element Gun.
This gun was also a divine artifact. Despite looking like a child's toy, it was actually connected to the entrance of a cosmic dimension, allowing Star-Lord to manipulate the four ancient elements: earth, air, fire, and water.
As for the gun's power... similar to a Lantern Ring, it depended on Star-Lord's own willpower, concentration, and imagination.
"I knew you'd come. I raised you with my own two hands! Don't you think for a second you can hide those little schemes from me!" Yondu said fiercely.
"Shut up, old man! You're a freak, and I wasn't trying to hide anything from you in the first place!"
"What? You little brat, I'm so disappointed in you. I saved you! They wanted to eat you, and I protected you! But you just disappoint me! Look at you, becoming a good guy and a hero? Is that what I taught you?! You've disgraced me!"
"That's enough, you bring this up every single time! I'm sick of hearing it!"
"Quill!! How can you talk to me like that! Watch out, or I'll shoot you dead with my arrow! It doesn't play favorites!"
"Bring it on! My gun is blind too, maybe it'll misfire!!"
The tension between the two sides was palpable. Yondu and Quill started their daily shouting match. The little arrow danced in the air, and the gun charged with energy, but neither made the first move. They just kept cursing each other, attracting a large crowd of idle onlookers.
"Yawn~"
On Quill's side, Drax let out a huge yawn, casually resting his hands on his belt as he boredly watched his boss and the other boss cursing each other out.
Quill and Yondu stared at him simultaneously.
"What, are you done arguing? Your relationship is so touching, it's making me hungry," Drax asked, his stomach rumbling in perfect agreement.
Yondu turned his head away in disgust. Quill, scornful and nauseated, spat on the ground.
"Star-Lord Quill, you have violated public sanitation. The fine is one unit of super-energy crystal. Please pay before your departure. If you cannot afford it, you will be taken to the Cybertron main star for mining," Ultron's monotonous voice rang out.
Quill's face stiffened. He wanted to curse. Why was it so expensive?!
"Hmph, you'd better not leave Warworld for the rest of your life." Yondu was the first to retract his little arrow. He whistled, shot Quill one last fierce glare, and left with his men.
"It's a deal then! I'll live on Warworld for the rest of my life!"
Star-Lord roared, completely shameless and full of righteous indignation. He holstered his Element Gun on his leg and raised a middle finger.
More of the onlookers raised their middle fingers back at him.
Yondu spun around, his gaze sharp and fierce. But for a split second, unseen by his subordinates, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, before quickly reverting to his cold expression.
A shameless fellow could always survive longer in this world. Yondu was very gratified that his foolish son hadn't had his head turned by the title and vanity of being a "superhero."
Quill was an honored guest on Xandar, a fact Yondu had known for a long time. Just for risking his life to stop Accuser Ronan's attack and planned extinction of Xandar, he was worthy of their courteous reception.
"Boss, are we just letting him go like that?" one of the Ravagers asked, unwilling to let it go.
"No, we'll wait for them to leave Warworld before we make our move," Yondu snorted coldly, looking at his restless subordinate with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or you could make a move now? The moment you do, I'll lead the others to charge in and slaughter that whole crew."
The subordinate resentfully shut his mouth.
During this period, any idiot who dared to start a fight on Warworld had long since been killed, not even scraps left behind.
Don't forget, this was Warworld. No matter how it changed, you couldn't change its fundamental nature as a war fortress.
Back when Mongul was alive, he had forged Warworld into a true war fortress, equipping every nook and cranny, inside and out, with all sorts of powerful weapons.
Not to mention, the place was now controlled by a ruthless character like Tony. Anyone who caused trouble was instantly killed, without so much as a hint of a warning.
Moreover, the space here was truly enormous, with more variety than Nowhere.
Nowhere was limited by the structure and volume of the Celestial's head, its internal space finite. But Warworld was incomparably vast, its entire body made of metal, hollowed out on the inside, with passages leading everywhere.
The millions of mercenaries and bounty hunters who had been relocated here accepted the place immediately. For these untamable individuals, a harsh environment was secondary; the most annoying thing was having some clueless bunch pop up and boss them around.
On Warworld, not only did everything continue as usual, but they were also provided with a better environment and better treatment.
"Boss, what do we do now? Just keep wasting time with that Guardians of the Galaxy crew?"
Yondu pondered for a moment, then raised a hand and pointed to a newly opened bar on the roadside. "We'll keep waiting, but first, let's have a drink. My treat."
The Ravagers cheered loudly.
"I'm warning you, don't leave Warworld without my permission. You all know very well what happened to those spaceships that secretly flew off to the Cybertron main star and the other two satellites."
Yondu sneered at the suddenly silent group of murderers, swished his long coat, and strode into the bar.
On the other side, Quill swaggered into a bar with his crew to have some fun, ignoring all the strange looks along the way.
"Alright guys, have fun!" Quill stroked the beard on his chin, his eyes gleaming as he spoke magnanimously.
"Your treat?" Rocket Raccoon, holding a small sapling, looked up at him.
"Everyone pays for themselves."
"You suck, Quill. I bet Yondu is buying his men free drinks right now, believe it or not."
"Don't mention that annoying guy to me. I'm not like him!"
"You're certainly not."
Rocket Raccoon hopped onto a chair, carefully placed the small sapling on the table, and called for a waiter. "A glass of your best liquor, and a glass of plain water. Put it on his tab."
Quill put his hands on his hips and swayed to the music. "Hey, is this music from Earth? I heard this song when I was a kid... Michael Jackson? Gamora, remember that song I was always telling you about?"
"Of course everything here should be familiar to you, because the owner is from Earth. And you've never mentioned anyone named Jackson to me."
Gamora's eyelids drooped, her expression full of disdain. They were both Earthlings, so why was the difference so vast? One shook the universe, built his own galaxy, and suppressed countless unruly individuals with an iron fist.
And then there was this one...
Quill was already swaying to the music, one hand on his hip, the other behind his head.
Gamora sighed deeply, genuinely worried about the team's financial future. This idiot had probably already forgotten why they were here...
Just then, a massive sound erupted, and everything fell silent.
An incomparably massive spaceship descended upon Warworld. A cruel voice emanated from the ship, broadcasting through every communication device on the station.
"You should feel honored, for you are about to become subjects of the Eternal Titan."
Thus spoke the insane and perverse Corvus Glaive.
(end of chapter)
"Look, who is this little bastard?"
"My God, look who this old son of a bitch is?"
On Warworld, Yondu and his men confronted the Guardians of the Galaxy in the middle of the road.
The two groups faced each other with forced smiles, exchanging their unique forms of greeting.
Yondu whistled, and his Yaka Arrow, leaving a red trail in the air, immediately floated up. Its tip pointed directly at Star-Lord Quill, and a ferocious expression appeared on Yondu's stern face.
Star-Lord, also on high alert, drew his Element Gun.
This gun was also a divine artifact. Despite looking like a child's toy, it was actually connected to the entrance of a cosmic dimension, allowing Star-Lord to manipulate the four ancient elements: earth, air, fire, and water.
As for the gun's power... similar to a Lantern Ring, it depended on Star-Lord's own willpower, concentration, and imagination.
"I knew you'd come. I raised you with my own two hands! Don't you think for a second you can hide those little schemes from me!" Yondu said fiercely.
"Shut up, old man! You're a freak, and I wasn't trying to hide anything from you in the first place!"
"What? You little brat, I'm so disappointed in you. I saved you! They wanted to eat you, and I protected you! But you just disappoint me! Look at you, becoming a good guy and a hero? Is that what I taught you?! You've disgraced me!"
"That's enough, you bring this up every single time! I'm sick of hearing it!"
"Quill!! How can you talk to me like that! Watch out, or I'll shoot you dead with my arrow! It doesn't play favorites!"
"Bring it on! My gun is blind too, maybe it'll misfire!!"
The tension between the two sides was palpable. Yondu and Quill started their daily shouting match. The little arrow danced in the air, and the gun charged with energy, but neither made the first move. They just kept cursing each other, attracting a large crowd of idle onlookers.
"Yawn~"
On Quill's side, Drax let out a huge yawn, casually resting his hands on his belt as he boredly watched his boss and the other boss cursing each other out.
Quill and Yondu stared at him simultaneously.
"What, are you done arguing? Your relationship is so touching, it's making me hungry," Drax asked, his stomach rumbling in perfect agreement.
Yondu turned his head away in disgust. Quill, scornful and nauseated, spat on the ground.
"Star-Lord Quill, you have violated public sanitation. The fine is one unit of super-energy crystal. Please pay before your departure. If you cannot afford it, you will be taken to the Cybertron main star for mining," Ultron's monotonous voice rang out.
Quill's face stiffened. He wanted to curse. Why was it so expensive?!
"Hmph, you'd better not leave Warworld for the rest of your life." Yondu was the first to retract his little arrow. He whistled, shot Quill one last fierce glare, and left with his men.
"It's a deal then! I'll live on Warworld for the rest of my life!"
Star-Lord roared, completely shameless and full of righteous indignation. He holstered his Element Gun on his leg and raised a middle finger.
More of the onlookers raised their middle fingers back at him.
Yondu spun around, his gaze sharp and fierce. But for a split second, unseen by his subordinates, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, before quickly reverting to his cold expression.
A shameless fellow could always survive longer in this world. Yondu was very gratified that his foolish son hadn't had his head turned by the title and vanity of being a "superhero."
Quill was an honored guest on Xandar, a fact Yondu had known for a long time. Just for risking his life to stop Accuser Ronan's attack and planned extinction of Xandar, he was worthy of their courteous reception.
"Boss, are we just letting him go like that?" one of the Ravagers asked, unwilling to let it go.
"No, we'll wait for them to leave Warworld before we make our move," Yondu snorted coldly, looking at his restless subordinate with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or you could make a move now? The moment you do, I'll lead the others to charge in and slaughter that whole crew."
The subordinate resentfully shut his mouth.
During this period, any idiot who dared to start a fight on Warworld had long since been killed, not even scraps left behind.
Don't forget, this was Warworld. No matter how it changed, you couldn't change its fundamental nature as a war fortress.
Back when Mongul was alive, he had forged Warworld into a true war fortress, equipping every nook and cranny, inside and out, with all sorts of powerful weapons.
Not to mention, the place was now controlled by a ruthless character like Tony. Anyone who caused trouble was instantly killed, without so much as a hint of a warning.
Moreover, the space here was truly enormous, with more variety than Nowhere.
Nowhere was limited by the structure and volume of the Celestial's head, its internal space finite. But Warworld was incomparably vast, its entire body made of metal, hollowed out on the inside, with passages leading everywhere.
The millions of mercenaries and bounty hunters who had been relocated here accepted the place immediately. For these untamable individuals, a harsh environment was secondary; the most annoying thing was having some clueless bunch pop up and boss them around.
On Warworld, not only did everything continue as usual, but they were also provided with a better environment and better treatment.
"Boss, what do we do now? Just keep wasting time with that Guardians of the Galaxy crew?"
Yondu pondered for a moment, then raised a hand and pointed to a newly opened bar on the roadside. "We'll keep waiting, but first, let's have a drink. My treat."
The Ravagers cheered loudly.
"I'm warning you, don't leave Warworld without my permission. You all know very well what happened to those spaceships that secretly flew off to the Cybertron main star and the other two satellites."
Yondu sneered at the suddenly silent group of murderers, swished his long coat, and strode into the bar.
On the other side, Quill swaggered into a bar with his crew to have some fun, ignoring all the strange looks along the way.
"Alright guys, have fun!" Quill stroked the beard on his chin, his eyes gleaming as he spoke magnanimously.
"Your treat?" Rocket Raccoon, holding a small sapling, looked up at him.
"Everyone pays for themselves."
"You suck, Quill. I bet Yondu is buying his men free drinks right now, believe it or not."
"Don't mention that annoying guy to me. I'm not like him!"
"You're certainly not."
Rocket Raccoon hopped onto a chair, carefully placed the small sapling on the table, and called for a waiter. "A glass of your best liquor, and a glass of plain water. Put it on his tab."
Quill put his hands on his hips and swayed to the music. "Hey, is this music from Earth? I heard this song when I was a kid... Michael Jackson? Gamora, remember that song I was always telling you about?"
"Of course everything here should be familiar to you, because the owner is from Earth. And you've never mentioned anyone named Jackson to me."
Gamora's eyelids drooped, her expression full of disdain. They were both Earthlings, so why was the difference so vast? One shook the universe, built his own galaxy, and suppressed countless unruly individuals with an iron fist.
And then there was this one...
Quill was already swaying to the music, one hand on his hip, the other behind his head.
Gamora sighed deeply, genuinely worried about the team's financial future. This idiot had probably already forgotten why they were here...
Just then, a massive sound erupted, and everything fell silent.
An incomparably massive spaceship descended upon Warworld. A cruel voice emanated from the ship, broadcasting through every communication device on the station.
"You should feel honored, for you are about to become subjects of the Eternal Titan."
Thus spoke the insane and perverse Corvus Glaive.
(end of chapter)
