"Of course!"
Star-Lord took out the Orb. The broker's eyes lit up, and he was about to reach out and take it when Star-Lord did not hand it over. Instead, he casually tossed it up and down as he spoke.
"But I'm not planning to sell it to you. I plan to deal directly with the buyer!"
The broker's outstretched hand froze in midair. He then glared at Star-Lord and said angrily.
"That's against the rules!"
Star-Lord caught the Orb in his hand, looked at the broker, and nodded.
"Indeed. But are you sure you want to get involved?"
Seeing the faintly mocking smile on Star-Lord's face, the broker could not help feeling puzzled. Then Star-Lord continued.
"Oh, I forgot to mention. On Morag, I ran into a mechanical-headed freak who claimed to be Ronan's subordinate!"
"What?"
The broker's expression changed drastically at once.
As a Xandarian and a well-informed middleman, the broker naturally knew who Ronan was, and he knew even better what Ronan wanted.
Ronan was a radical of the Kree Empire, enraged by the peace treaty between the two nations. Unless the Xandarian civilization was completely wiped out, he would never give up!
The broker had no desire to get tangled up with Ronan!
If Ronan had truly set his sights on the Orb, he would never let it go. He would surely follow Star-Lord here. That madman who wanted to destroy Xandar was capable of anything!
As a middleman for interstellar mercenaries, he did not need to carry out missions himself, but that did not make it a safe job. The reason he had survived unscathed until now was precisely because he was cautious.
At this moment, the broker had no mood to argue about Star-Lord breaking the rules. He only wanted to completely distance himself