Yondu's arrow was not simple, it was the last connection between him and his distant civilization.
Yondu, the inconspicuous pirate captain, came from a space civilization that worshipped martial arts. They called themselves the hunters among the stars. Even in the space age, the weapons they used were the oldest arrows, but under the ancient appearance, the arrows were sharp enough to kill any enemy.
And blow darts were one of the weapons they used. Yondu's blow darts were also the last item he took from his home planet when he was sold to the interstellar slave traders when he was a child. It was also his most powerful weapon.
Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent.
"Bang!"
Yondu's body was smashed onto the cold and hard deck. His face was bruised and swollen. With a cruel smile, Sim stepped forward and warmed up his fists. Looking at Yondu who was trying to get up in the blood, he kicked the assassin's waist, sending him flying. He smashed into the wall behind him and rolled on the ground in a sorry state.
"Aren't you their leader?"
Sim pointed to the scum next to him who were chained up and sitting on the ground. He shouted at Yondu:
"Aren't you the best fighter among them? Stand up, bastard! Attack me, don't hide, let me see your strength, or I will strangle them one by one! "
Yondu turned his head and looked at his subordinates who were crying and begging for mercy with bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth and propped himself up with trembling arms. But the moment he got up, Sim rushed forward and threw an uppercut, sending Yondu, who had just stood up, flying into the air again. This time, he hit the ground and could no longer stand up.
"Bah! Coward! "
Sim loosened his fist and took a step back. He looked at Yondu who was lying on the ground and breathing hard with a standard villain expression. He seemed to appreciate this kind of dying struggle.
"I said, Overlord only asked you to torture him, not kill him …"
Daitengu, who was sitting quietly on the side and browsing the spaceship log, reminded Sim. "If you kill him, Overlord will be very unhappy … Don't cause trouble for yourself, Sim, we have enough trouble."
"Tch!"
Sim snorted, but he still let the poor Yondu go. He rubbed his wrist and walked to the prisoners. He picked up a guy who looked like he could fight and threw him into the arena. Daitengu released the wind chain on this guy. Thus, Sim had a new opponent.
"Boss is resting. When he wakes up, we have to take out some valuable information to please him. Thanks to your stubborn leader, it's your turn now, unlucky bastard. "
Sim flexed his fists. Under the dim light, a cruel glint flashed across his black bald head.
"So, do you choose to say it yourself, or do you want me to teach you with my fists?"
"I … I …"
This newly selected guy was obviously not as tough as Yondu. He looked at the 3-meter-tall, ferocious-looking Sim in front of him. He was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. But before he could speak, Sim rushed up and punched him in the stomach. This guy, who had scales and looked like a ruthless character, quickly knelt down at Sim's feet and screamed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"I'll say it, I'll say it!"
"That bastard is the earthling Peter Jason Quill. He gave himself the nickname Star-Lord. He is a child we captured on Earth 20 years ago. He is the leader's favorite bad boy. He treats him as his son. He is the one who took the Universal Spirit Ball, but he is not here now … He ran away, he went … Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The guy screamed and confessed everything. Beside him, Yondu, who looked like mud, suddenly rushed out of the ground and grabbed the guy's neck, howling like a wolf, "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you!"
"Bastard! If you say it all, we will be worthless! We will all die! You will kill everyone! You bastard!! "
"Damn it! There is really someone who is not afraid of death! "
Sim stepped forward and was about to kick Yondu away, but at this moment, a voice came over:
"Okay, Sim … You are too violent, this is not good, really."
"Thump, Thump, Thump"
The sound of footsteps downstairs sounded in the stairs, and the sound of shoes colliding with steel was like a drum, hitting the hearts of these tied up scum one by one. Some timid ones quickly lowered their heads, and their whole body began to tremble. They knew that their final judgment was coming.
Before every Interstellar Pirate entered the industry, countless seniors would tell them that if they were unlucky enough to be captured by the Planetary Defense Force or their mortal enemies, killing themselves would always be the best way to end the pain. However, to be honest, it was very difficult for anyone to do so, especially when there was still hope.
Being greedy for life and afraid of death is not just human thinking, Aliens also can't escape this circle.
"How can you treat our dear pirate Mr. Yondu like this?"
Saber, in pajamas, walked out of the cleanest cabin. He sat on a chair, and Venom, who was pretending to be an ornament on the table, quickly jumped onto Saber's shoulder. A set of clothes condensed and formed. Saber reached out and took out a box of cigars from the sandalwood fan, put it aside, picked up one and put it in his mouth. The blue flame jumped on the top of the cigar and lit it just right.
"Fufu …"
In the dim light above, Saber blew a smoke ring, and he hooked his finger at the guy kneeling on the ground. The latter quickly escaped from Yondu's attack and ran to Saber like a frightened rabbit. He looked at the earthling whose eyes were full of calmness. He swallowed his saliva, knelt on one knee on the ground, and begged:
"I will tell you everything, Sir, please let me go! It was Quill who stole your things, not us, we are innocent. "
"Oh, look at how good this guy is at talking …"
Saber laughed and reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "You also know how to plead for others … but maybe you don't know me. It doesn't matter. You don't need to know my name. You just need to know that the answer I want doesn't need you to say it with your mouth."
"Come on, man, raise your head and look into my eyes."
The weak-willed guy raised his head and saw the blue flame ash cross ignited in Saber's eyes. In the next moment, his body began to burn. In just an instant, a pile of meaningless ashes appeared at Saber's feet, and then was blown away by the breeze around Daitengu's body.
This terrible scene was like a large Mute Technique descending in the cabin. At this moment, these prisoners stopped breathing. Yondu's eyes widened at this moment. As an experienced and knowledgeable Interstellar Hunter, he had a hunch that today, he might really encounter a tricky problem … a problem that will undoubtedly cost him his life.
"To be honest, I rarely encounter a soul that can burn so violently."
Saber put the cigar back in his mouth and exhaled a smoke ring a moment later: "It seems that you guys are really evil, but unfortunately, this gentleman obviously doesn't know much … Then let's invite the next friend to take the test."
"A friendly reminder!"
Seiber said softly, "Only those who have done nothing wrong will be able to escape from the flames of this trial. During this process, I will be able to see through all the secrets in your mind!"
"This is murder!"
A voice sounded in the crowd, and the next moment, Saber snapped his fingers with satisfaction:
"Finally, someone guessed my purpose! How smart, yes, I don't care if you guys will lie to me because I won't believe even a punctuation mark from your mouth. You can call this a massacre, there's no problem! Anyway, no one cares about the life and death of a group of Interstellar Pirates, right? "
"The long journey is disgusting, I have to find some entertainment for myself …"
He stood up and took the cigar from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the group of prisoners who had their eyes tightly shut and said in a low voice:
"Does anyone object to this entertainment program?"
He waited for a few seconds, but no one spoke, so Saber nodded in satisfaction:
"Very good, no one objects, then it's approved … Come on, sir, who wants to be the first?"
Of course, no one volunteered, so Seiber returned to his chair and said to Sim, "Let's go.
"I remember when we were fighting just now, someone said he wanted to eat me. He wanted to taste the taste of an Earthling … Go find that guy!"
A cruel smile appeared on Sim's face as he walked into the crowd. The poor unlucky bastard was isolated and easily caught. He was a fatty who seemed to be gluttonous. His face was ferocious and horns grew out of his head. He was dragged out of the crowd like a dead dog and tossed at Seiber's feet. Seiber covered his nose in disgust and said in a deep voice, "What the hell?
"I have to tell you one thing, Mr. Who Doesn't Like to Bathe, the Earthlings are all covered in poison. If you eat them, you'll probably be poisoned to death. Of course, I don't think you'll have the chance!"
A strange light flashed in his eyes, but just as the fat guy's soul was about to be ignited, a voice sounded not far away:
"Okay … That's enough, you're called Overlord, right …"
Yondu, who was wiping his mouth, supported himself against the wall and got up from the ground. He could fall at any time, but at this moment, the leader of the pirate group was indeed the only one with a strong backbone. He looked at Saber, and a trace of struggle flashed across his embarrassed face:
"I'll help you find the Universal Orb … Let's end this damn game."
"Hum!"
The fat man at Saber's feet screamed and began to burn. In his wailing that made everyone silent, Saber raised his head and looked at Yondu.
"Okay … Contact him now and ask him to send the thing back. This is your last chance, don't miss it."
A moment later, a remote projection opened in front of Saber, and Yondu sat in a chair, waiting for the communication to be connected. On the other side, Star-Lord Quill, who had arrived at Xandar, touched the communicator at his waist. He glanced at the caller ID and his face was full of disgust, but he finally connected the call button. In the next moment, the image of Yondu with a bruised nose and swollen face appeared in front of Quill, startling him.
"Wow!"
Quill exclaimed, "What have you been doing? Did you go and fight with the Universe Tyrannosaurus? Wait … What's that behind you? Why are they all tied up, you were caught? "
"Okay, Quill, cut the crap!"
Yondu said weakly, "Hurry up and get the Universe Orb back, there is a guy we can't afford to mess with here, our lives are in your hands."
“emmmm”
Quill scratched the carefully groomed beard on his chin. He glanced at the work hut of the "Client" not far ahead. He thought for a while and said to Yondu:
"Then wait a minute, I'll go back right away."
After that, he was about to hang up the communication, but Yondu knew the character of this bastard, so he shouted:
"This time it's not a joke, Quill! Come back! Otherwise, we're dead! "
"Oh, isn't that better! I'm finally free! "
The expression on Quill's face was full of a temperament that deserved a beating, and Yondu, who was under the pressure of life and death, also broke out. He grabbed the screen and shouted:
"Don't forget who brought you out of Earth in the first place! Who saved you? My companions wanted to eat you. They had never tasted an Earthling before. I was the one who stopped them. I raised you! "
"But damn it, normal people don't even think about eating people! Your companions are freaks! "
Quill also exploded: "Don't keep talking about this! You took me from Earth and forced me to leave my family! Should I thank you? Go to hell! Yondu, when you die, I will mourn you every year on this day. "
"Hey! Hey! "
Saber pushed Yondu away and stood in front of the projection. He looked at the exceptionally young and somewhat handsome compatriot on the projection and said in a low voice:
"As you can see, I'm also an Earthling … I don't want to get involved in your family's conflicts, but the spiritual orb in your hand belongs to me. Give it back to me, fellow Earthling, and I can pretend that this never happened …"
"Give it back to you?"
Quill was so angry that he laughed. He said to Saber seriously: "This thing is worth at least 4 billion Star Dollars, and I have to throw away this money because of your words? Who do you think you are? "
"No, no, no, Mr. Quill!"
Saber was not angry. He coughed softly and replied softly: "I don't think the friendship between compatriots will be comparable to real money, but I want to advise you … The thing in your hand is more valuable than you think … It's worth your life."
Saber's expression turned cold:
"I'll give you 2 days, if I don't see it …"
"Then I'll come to you personally …"
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