Malice Without Grudge or Resentment

Three days later, Earth time.

Centaurus Galaxy, NGC5128 Galaxy, an asteroid belt.

The Destroyer activated stealth mode and silently floated behind the asteroid belt. Inside the cabin, Yondu stared solemnly into the Sea of Stars without saying a word.

Star-Lord had never seen this guy look so serious before.

In his impression, Yondu was a brazen, unruly bandit from the Wild West Gold Rush Era, a madman with a mountain of bounties on his head who still found time to chase women and drink.

That... profound expression reminded him of how his grandfather had looked when he received news that his mother was critically ill.

The heavy atmosphere infected everyone aboard the ship. Unable to stand the suffocating seriousness any longer, Star-Lord stood up. "What the hell is going on, Yondu?!"

"Who is Ego? And who is this big shot The Collector mentioned? What are you hiding from us?"

There were also two "bodyguards" sent by The Collector aboard the ship. If they left the agreed location without permission or the two lost contact, a bounty worth tens of billions would fall on their heads.

No matter how immature Star-Lord was, he knew they had gotten caught up in serious trouble.

And that trouble had something to do with the "Ego" The Collector had mentioned!

Hearing that, Yondu seemed to wake from a nightmare and shuddered all over.

Three sleepless days had left his eyes sunken and his lips dry. He looked at Star-Lord, opened his mouth, but his voice was too hoarse to make a sound.

"Let me explain."

The first mate stood up. He was one of only two people aboard who knew the truth. There were few good people among the Ravagers; if everyone learned what Yondu was truly like, he would lose all authority.

But Yondu