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"Yellow Homeland!"

Upon entering the city, led by Star-Lord, Hawking and the others quickly arrived at a brightly lit shop, where they could see the raiders having a blast from the entrance.

"This place is not suitable for ladies. You wait for me outside while I go find Yondu."

Star-Lord coughed and said.

Gamora and Nebula snorted coldly upon hearing this, but did not object.

Given their experience, how could they not know that this was an entertainment venue that used female intelligent robots to provide special services to customers, which was not uncommon in the black market?

"Why is it unsuitable for women to enter? I see there are plenty of women inside."

Drax looked completely bewildered.

The Rockets laughed and mocked:

"Hey big guy, can't you tell those are all robots?"

"Alright, hurry up and go inside, we'll wait for you outside."

Hawking waved his hand, signaling Star-Lord to hurry up.

He knew that Star-Lord didn't want them to go in, not just because he was afraid Gamora and Nebula would feel awkward, but mainly because he wanted to talk to Yondu beforehand to verify whether what he said was true or false.

Although he said he could read minds, people still subconsciously overlook this ability.

In fact, he could sense their hidden thoughts at any time if he wanted to.

In this respect, he is no less capable than Professor X in terms of mental abilities.

After Star-Lord went inside, Drax couldn't help but complain:

"Robots, why make such ugly robots?"

"It is quite ugly."

Hawking nodded in agreement, a rare occurrence for him.

His aesthetic sense is that of a normal Earthling; most of the strange aliens seem very odd to him.

Even Gamora, whom Star-Lord considered a great beauty, had green skin that he found unacceptable.

He's not the type who "likes Avatar without removing his makeup."

"Agreed, there's no hair."

Rocket Raccoon, hands on his hips, nodded as well.

Even with intelligence surpassing that of humans, the aesthetic sense inherited in our genes is still difficult to change. It's impossible for a raccoon to find a hairless human attractive.

"I am Groot."

Groot said that nature is the most beautiful thing.

Gamora and Nebula exchanged a glance, and the two sisters shook their heads simultaneously.

They felt that Hawking and others had abnormal aesthetics; in the universe, this ginger-yellow female robot conformed to the aesthetic standards of almost 80% of male creatures.

About twenty minutes later, Star-Lord emerged from the yellow homeland with Yondu, who had blue skin, and Yondu's menacing raider henchmen.

"I heard from Quill that you're going to find Igor?"

Yondu went directly to Hawking and asked him.

Hawking smiled and nodded:

"That's right. Just tell me Igor's coordinates, and I can give you a reward of one hundred million."

"I won't tell you the coordinates of Ego, nor will I let Quill go to Ego with you. You don't know how terrifying it is; you're just going to your deaths."

Yondu refused without even thinking about it.

Upon hearing this, Star-Lord's eyes widened immediately:

"That's not what you just told me. Since all of this is true, then I..."

But before he could finish speaking, Yondu interrupted him:

"I was just lying to you. You little liar, you always lie to me too. I've spent so much money and effort raising you. If you don't earn it back, you're not going to die like this."

"That's a hundred million. He was originally just a commodity, a commodity to be sent to the employer, but you just happened to be soft-hearted towards him."

"Yondu, give him a coordinate and send this cargo back to where it was supposed to be. We'll get a hundred million. How many years would it take us to make that much money, without taking any risks!"

Upon hearing that Yondu had refused a hundred million, his raider minions immediately protested.

They followed Yondu because he was ruthless and strong enough to make them a lot of money, but now Yondu has refused a hundred million dollars for Peter's safety.

"I think I've been too lenient with you!"

Yondu's face darkened, and with a whistle, the whistle arrow at his waist flew out and hovered beside him.

In an instant, all his men fell silent.

They had all witnessed the power of Yondu's whistle arrows; if Yondu wanted, he could kill them all here with them.

"No need, I already know, Peter, let's go!"

However, Hawking smiled and turned to signal Star-Lord to follow.

In the short time that they had been talking, he had already used the Soul-Seizing Spell to read Yondu's memories and learn the interstellar coordinates of Igor.

Star-Lord's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he followed.

Yondu frowned at this moment. He didn't know if Hawking was bluffing him, but the safest thing to do now was to prevent these people from leaving Contra.

"Grab them!"

So he gave his men the order to make the arrest.

His raiders immediately became excited upon hearing this. They thought that if Hawking could offer a reward of 100 million, his net worth must be much more than 100 million. If they captured Hawking, would they still have to worry about money?

As for the ridiculous rules on this planet, they're just exiled raiders anyway, so it doesn't matter. They can just escape from this planet as soon as they're caught.

With money, you can go anywhere.

Unfortunately, as soon as they tried to move, they found their bodies instantly stiffened and they couldn't move. No matter how hard they tried, it was no use.

"What happened?"

Seeing that his men seemed to be frozen to the ground, with only their rolling eyes proving they were still alive, Yondu's expression changed. He realized that the information Peter had given him about Hawking might not have been so exaggerated.

He didn't believe it at first, after all, it sounded ridiculous to wipe out an entire intermediate meteorite belt with a wave of his hand and to breathe fire and dry up the ocean.

"Then let's see if you can withstand my full-force arrow!"

Yondu blew his whistle, and the whistle arrow shot toward Hawking's thigh at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see.

He felt that if Hawking couldn't even stop his own whistle arrow, then he was definitely no match for Ego's living planet, and there was no need to take Peter to his death.

If Hawking is really as amazing as Peter says, then it's not something Peter can stop, so he'll just leave it at that.

"It actually blocked it!"

The whistle, barely visible to the naked eye, seemed to have struck an invisible wall of air a meter away from Hawking, and was abruptly forced to stop.

He tried to change direction, but found that even though he was blowing smoke from his mouth, the whistle arrow seemed to be bound by an invisible force and could not move.

"Father, don't worry about me. I'll come back safely and take care of you in your old age!"

Just then, he saw Star-Lord, who was standing next to Hawking, raise his hand, wave the back of his hand at him, and then shout loudly.

"You brat, who's your father?"

Yondu complained, but his face was full of the smile of a loving father.

(End of this chapter)