"So, where are that bounty hunter you mentioned and Peter Quill?"
At three thirty in the afternoon, Mr. Hawking looked at the empty room and pulled Old Broker into his palm from a distance.
"I trust you wouldn't dare toy with me. Otherwise, you'll find out what happens when someone wastes half an hour of my time!"
"Mr. Hawking, please don't be angry. Listen to me, I would never dare toy with you.
"Something must have happened. I'll immediately use every channel I have to help you find Peter Quill."
Dangling in the air like a chick, Old Broker hurriedly forced a smile and apologized.
Over the past two days, he had looked into Mr. Hawking's identity a little and learned of the deeds behind Mr. Hawking's title as the Extinction Merchant. If he angered Mr. Hawking, he might truly be killed on the spot.
"I'm giving you one hour. If you can't find him, you can retire early."
Mr. Hawking Shunpoed back to the WangWang ID with Old Broker, tossed him onto the lawn, and resumed his training.
When Old Broker realized he had appeared somewhere else in an instant, he found Mr. Hawking even more terrifying and did not dare slack off in the slightest.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he immediately began using his communicator and every connection he had to track down Peter Quill.
Finally, half an hour later, he got a lead.
"Arrested by the Nova Corps for fighting in the streets?"
Mr. Hawking was speechless after hearing Old Broker's explanation.
"Which prison?"
"Kyln Prison, the Nova Empire's highest-security prison."
Old Broker replied respectfully.
Mr. Hawking nodded.
"Give me the coordinates, and consider the job done. You don't need to return the five-million deposit either."
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Hawking."
Old Broker's worry