Drax still held his knife against Gamora's throat. He turned to Star-Lord and asked in confusion.
"Didn't this bitch try to assassinate you too?"
As the Destroyer feared by everyone in Kyln Prison, Drax had long learned from others about Gamora and the people imprisoned alongside her, which was why he asked.
But Star-Lord looked utterly unconcerned.
"Anyway, she's not the first woman who's wanted to kill me. Look!"
As he spoke, Star-Lord lifted his shirt, exposing his left ribs, and pointed at a scar there.
"A super-hot Raxian woman stabbed me with a fork and left this scar. She didn't like that I left her early in the morning."
Star-Lord then tugged open his collar and pointed at a larger scar beneath his collarbone.
"This one was from a Kree woman who wanted to gut me after she caught me fooling around with some skinny Askavarian woman from the Nova Corps Archives."
"I was only trying to get some information. You've seen Askavarians, right? They've got antennae and teeth like needles. Do you really think I'd be into..."
Over the years, he had played the field among alien beauties of nearly every species, but he had also gotten himself into plenty of trouble, wounded by those thorny roses. Yet that clearly had not diminished his interest. Instead, it had only fueled his desire to conquer them.
What he loved most were roses with thorns, and Gamora was clearly the one who captivated him most.
Just as Star-Lord was getting into it, Drax grew a little fed up with his rambling. His eyes flashed viciously as he glared at him.
Star-Lord immediately stopped himself.
"Fine, you don't care, but what I'm saying is!"
Star-Lord's expression turned serious. Pointing at Gamora, he said solemnly,
"She betrayed Ronan. He'll definitely come after