"Yellow Home!"
After entering the city, Hawking and the others quickly arrived at a brightly lit establishment under Star-Lord's lead. From the entrance, they could see the Ravagers partying wildly inside.
"This isn't a place for ladies. Wait outside while I go find Yondu."
Star-Lord cleared his throat as he spoke.
Gamora and Nebula merely snorted and did not object.
Given their experiences, how could they not know that this was an entertainment venue where female intelligent robots provided special services to customers? Such places were not uncommon in the black market.
"Why isn't it suitable for ladies? Aren't there plenty of women inside?"
Drax looked completely baffled.
Rocket laughed mockingly.
"Big guy, can't you tell they're all robots?"
"Enough. Get in there already. We'll wait outside."
Hawking waved a hand, telling Star-Lord to hurry up.
He knew Star-Lord did not want them to go inside merely because he was afraid Gamora and Nebula would be embarrassed. More importantly, he wanted to speak with Yondu in advance and verify whether what Hawking had said was true.
Although Hawking had previously said that he could read minds, everyone still instinctively overlooked that ability of his.
In truth, if he wanted to, he could sense their little thoughts at any time.
In that regard, his psychic abilities were no weaker than Professor X's.
After Star-Lord went inside, Drax could not help complaining.
"Robots? Why make robots that ugly?"
"They are pretty ugly."
Hawking unusually nodded in agreement.
His sense of beauty was that of a normal Earthling. Most of the strange aliens in the universe looked odd to him.
Even Gamora, whom Star-Lord considered a great beauty, was hard for him to accept with her green skin.
He was not the type who liked Avatar girls without makeup.
"Agreed. They don't even