Gamora rolled her eyes at Rocket Raccoon and said coldly.
"No one wants to blow up a satellite!"
"You've sucked all the fun out of it!"
Rocket Raccoon complained, then lowered his head and continued assembling it.
Even if they could not blow up satellites, using it to blast warships was still a pretty good idea!
Star-Lord, however, ignored Rocket Raccoon and walked over to Chen Mo. Lowering his voice, he said.
"Boss, Gamora has a buyer willing to pay four billion for the Orb. I'm planning to abandon the original target and make a 'deal' with him!"
Chen Mo naturally knew what Star-Lord meant by "deal." Knowing the story, he also knew the buyer Gamora had in mind's true identity.
But he said nothing, merely nodded and let Star-Lord handle it himself.
Only after receiving Chen Mo's approval did Star-Lord finally feel at ease.
After all, Chen Mo had obtained the Orb, and Chen Mo's identity and abilities spoke for themselves. Between the two of them, Chen Mo's word was clearly the deciding one. Star-Lord needed Chen Mo's approval on important decisions before he could act with complete confidence.
The way Star-Lord addressed Chen Mo also made his position clear: he would follow Chen Mo's decisions in all things.
This was completely different from his attitude when he had been under Yondu!
But it was easy enough to understand.
Leaving aside the fact that Chen Mo was clearly far stronger than Yondu, Chen Mo's glorious record in World War II proved that, beyond his formidable strength, he possessed exceptional leadership, coordination, and command abilities. Whether it was his ability to analyze and handle problems or his grasp of the bigger picture, Yondu—a galactic mercenary who only knew violence—could not compare.
More importantly, emotionally speaking, one was a brutal alien