Star-Lord had no choice but to stop, standing where he was and breathing heavily in fury.
He swore that if he ever got the chance, he would make that blue-skinned bastard who dared mess with his Walkman pay!
Seeing that Star-Lord was no longer resisting, the prison guard controlling the security drones in the control room could not help feeling somewhat disappointed. If Star-Lord had kept resisting, he could have killed him with perfect justification.
Only after the security drones flew away did Star-Lord secretly breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly composed himself, set aside the matter of his Walkman for the time being, and took a set of yellow prison clothes suited to his build from a nearby rack.
Then he saw Rocket Raccoon being brought over naked by a prison guard, who kicked him through the door.
Rocket Raccoon had clearly just endured a high-pressure water cannon as well. He was dripping wet, his once-fluffy fur plastered against his body, making him look like a drowned rat. He was utterly bedraggled.
Usually quite talkative, he was in no mood to speak now and simply changed his clothes by himself.
Standing behind him, Star-Lord noticed a large patch on his back where there was no fur. Several pieces of metal had been embedded in the exposed skin, some of them directly connected to his spine.
Rocket Raccoon had obviously undergone physical modification, and to a considerable degree at that. Even his spine had been replaced with metal.
Remembering how the prison guard had addressed him—Subject 89P13—Star-Lord guessed that this talking raccoon had been an experimental subject for some organization. He must have undergone extensive enhancement and modification to possess human-level intelligence and such impressive strength.
Still, Star-Lord could imagine the pain he had suffered.
Looking at the countless