Does the Power Stone Sell?

To a tycoon, a hundred thousand was nothing, but to poor bastards like Star-Lord and his crew, it was a massive fortune!

Just delivering a message could earn them a hundred thousand?

Was there any better deal than that?

At that moment, Star-Lord and the other were practically ready to dance with joy. For an instant, they had even considered taking the hundred thousand and splitting immediately.

Their gains this time were already enough. There was no need to take any more risks.

"If you can bring the Power Stone back to me, I can still give you four billion."

Have the Collector deal with the Chinese?

What a fantasy.

The Collector would rather stay in his headquarters forever. This place was practically his entire fortune. Every kind of collection was kept here. What if he made a move and someone raided his home?

Besides, Collector Tivan knew better than anyone that the Chinese were not easy to provoke. If he drew the attention of a whole group of Chinese, his good days would be over.

He had heard that the Chinese had a particular habit—they loved collecting all kinds of treasures and valuable things. If that bunch set their sights on his vault, he would have a real headache on his hands.

Come to think of it, he and those Chinese were somewhat alike. They both liked collecting things...

"No problem! We'll definitely bring the Power Stone back to you!"

At the mention of four billion, these money-grubbers agreed without the slightest hesitation.

With a solemn expression, Star-Lord said to Tivan, "Don't worry. The people standing before you are the most reliable team in the galaxy! We can complete any commission!"

Though the difficulty seemed rather high, Star-Lord gritted his teeth and accepted the job for the money.

"Fine.