In the restaurant, Schiller glanced out of the corner of his eye at the three figures skulking in the corner while finishing his analysis of Yondu's plan for Loki.
Loki pondered for a moment before saying, "So how should we deal with this now? Yondu definitely won't talk if it means ruining his plan. Killing a pirate captain would be easy enough, but if this continues, it'll never end."
But Schiller revealed a mysterious smile. "You don't need to deal with it, because I've already made preparations."
In the room where the Guardians of the Galaxy were staying, Rocket jumped in front of Quill and said, "Don't ask why about what I'm about to tell you. If you're willing to trust me, do exactly as I say. It's the only way to solve all this."
Quill's eyes widened slightly. He had no idea what Rocket Raccoon was about to say. After he crouched down, Rocket Raccoon whispered into his ear for a full three or four minutes.
Quill went from gaping in shock to standing there dumbstruck. Finally, he stood up, slapped his thigh, and let out a long sigh. "Are there no good people left in this universe?"
"Good people don't live long." Rocket Raccoon patted his calf. "I have to make sure we all survive. Doctor was right. I can't take losing someone again."
An angry shout suddenly rang out from the end of the empty corridor. "Someone! Someone! I'm hungry! Get me something to eat! Hurry up!"
The guards outside exchanged glances, then walked over. When they opened the door, Quill's impatient face appeared before them. He folded his arms and said, "How much longer are you planning to keep me locked up here? I'm your king's biological son, and I haven't had a bite to eat