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"Ten million!"

Star-Lord, who had just woken up, turned on his phone, ready to find a small task to earn some pocket money to maintain his precious spaceship.

Suddenly, he saw a bounty on his head, with a reward of ten million, and he was so frightened that he jumped out of bed.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

His actions also woke up his bed partner with whom he had been having a wild night.

She was a beautiful centaur girl.

"Oh, Jerry, you should go home now."

Your parents must be terribly worried about your first time spending the night away from home!

Star-Lord quickly dressed and said to the centaur girl.

The centaur girl looked completely bewildered:

"But didn't you say last night that since I'm an adult, I should have my own ideas and be brave enough to try some things?"

Also, my name isn't Jerry, it's Amy.

"Yes, Amy, I misspoke."

Yes, we should make some attempts, but we shouldn't worry our parents.

I suddenly remembered I had an important mission to complete. You know, as the infamous Star-Lord of the Universe, there are many people waiting for me to save.

Star-Lord helped Amy put on the armor, gave her a few quick rubs, and then escorted her outside the spaceship.

The centaur girl looked at Star-Lord waving and said innocently:

"Okay, then go ahead, but be sure to come back and see me when you have time."

"I'm in big trouble!"

Just as Star-Lord was about to nod, he suddenly saw a large group of centaurs carrying weapons rushing towards them in the distance. Startled, he immediately pulled his head back and started the spaceship.

The spaceship slowly rose, and before it could accelerate, countless sharp javelins shot towards it with sonic booms.

Star-Lord was so frightened that he quickly pulled the accelerator all the way to avoid being riddled with bullets.

"These centaurs are too fierce. It seems I can't come here to seduce their princess again next time."

The spaceship had barely left the planet, and Star-Lord hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath, when his video call rang.

"Yondu?"

Upon seeing the caller's number, Star-Lord hung up without saying a word.

"If he knew about the bounty on my head, he would have sold me out immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Star-Lord began to recall who he had recently offended, that someone would offer a ten million dollar reward for his capture.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't come up with a solution.

Keep in mind that major missions involve teamwork with Yondu, so even if someone offends another person, they won't specifically retaliate against him.

The small missions he took on were all for poor people on various planets, with little to no profit, and it was impossible for them to offer him ten million plus a clause specifying that he had to capture them alive.

"Ten million? I'd rather benefit myself than let others profit from it. I want to see who's going to arrest me."

His eyes lit up and an idea immediately formed in his mind.

Knowing that ten million would inevitably attract many people to arrest him, it's better to take the initiative to deliver the money to his door and get the ten million in his hands first, rather than hiding in the shadows.

As for what happens next, with his skills and abilities, he can always escape when the time comes.

"I'm so clever!"

After setting the coordinates for Xandar, Star-Lord piloted his beloved Milano and sped towards the nearest jump point.

Two days later, Hawking, who was training aboard the "Wang Wang" magic spaceship, received a video call from the old broker.

"Mr. Hawking, an anonymous bounty hunter, contacted me saying he has captured Peter Quill and they agreed to exchange money for him at 3 p.m. today."

"Can you confirm if it's real or fake? I don't want to waste my time."

Hawking offered this reminder.

The bounty hunter, who declined to be named, doesn't seem very reliable.

The old broker quickly patted his chest and assured him:

"Mr. Hawking, rest assured, we don't act so recklessly in this line of work. The other party had a video call for me to verify the goods, and it is indeed the living Peter Quill."

"Okay, I understand."

Hawking nodded and hung up the phone.

Indeed, money makes the world go round; it applies everywhere.

If he were to search for it himself, even if he eventually found it in the vast universe, it would be a waste of a lot of time.

In that time, he could increase his combat power by several thousand.

Now, however, the problem has been perfectly solved with a mere ten million.

Ten million was nothing to Hawking.

For him, who is capable of creating everything, money has no meaning, because he can create as much as he wants.

Even if the universe is full of virtual currency transactions, it doesn't matter. He can use a transformation spell to conjure up some universally available and scarce resources, and sell them for a fortune.

Anyway, his magic power is inexhaustible. The magic power consumed in conjuring those scarce resources is not as fast as his body's automatic recovery.

He also happens to be a cosmic merchant, and had already exchanged a considerable amount of money in advance while traveling to other planets for convenience.

Of course, it was precisely because of their extravagant behavior that they inevitably encountered some greedy individuals along the way.

The result was self-evident; he turned everything into air.

As a result, he actually gained a little fame in the universe. Those who had witnessed his methods gave him a nickname: "The Extinction Merchant".

This means that all those who offended him and all their forces were wiped out.

Therefore, he currently has a huge deposit of 10 billion in his Cosmic Bank account.

At 2 PM, the temporary docking point for the Xandar spacecraft.

After Star-Lord docked the Milano, he immediately booked a hotel online that was closest to the docking point, and then messaged the old broker:

"Bring the employer to room number 8 on the 20th floor of this hotel in an hour. We'll exchange money for the employer."

His plan was simple: once they got to the hotel room, he would use a tampered electronic handcuff to handcuff himself to the bed.

When the employer and the old broker arrived, he secretly used an intelligent virtual program to impersonate the bounty hunter and remotely complete the transaction.

Once the money arrived and he ascertained the employer's identity, he broke free of his shackles, jumped from the twentieth floor, used the flight device on his feet to quickly return to the Milano, and then made his escape.

This way, you can not only scam money, but also find out who arrested you, and finally leave unscathed.

It's a win-win-win situation; he must be impressed with his own intelligence.

However, an accident occurred on the way to the hotel.

At that moment, a tree-man over two meters tall carrying a sack and a raccoon carrying a communicator blocked his way.

"Groot, today must be our lucky day! We just escaped from prison and we've already found ten million! We're rich!"

"A raccoon and a tree trying to catch me? What a joke."

Star-Lord calmly pulled out two elemental guns.

Ten minutes later.

"89P13, Groot, Peter Quill, lay down your weapons immediately. We are announcing your arrest in the name of the Nova Corps."

You are charged with endangering public safety, damaging public property, theft, and robbery.

(End of this chapter)