When Star-Lord saw Rocket Raccoon lower his gun, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at Rocket Raccoon and Drax, shouting at them with an exasperated expression.
"See? This is why neither of you has any friends! You've only just met someone, and you're already thinking about killing them!"
Drax glanced at them, still furious as he said,
"We crossed half the galaxy to get here, yet we haven't even harmed a single hair on Ronan's head!"
With that, Drax shook free of Gamora's grip and turned to walk out of the bar.
"Drax!"
Star-Lord tried to stop him, but Drax did not even look back. He shoved aside the onlookers blocking his path and left the bar.
Watching Drax storm off in anger, Star-Lord felt helpless.
What the hell is wrong with these people? They don't have even this much patience. If Ronan really appeared in front of you now, could you even beat him?
They should at least get the money first, buy some advanced equipment, maybe even hire a top-tier mercenary team, then fight Ronan. That would be much safer.
Someone like Drax is practically rushing off to die!
Watching Drax leave, Gamora said grimly,
"Let him go. We don't need him!"
She did not think much of someone like Drax either—he had strength but no brains, impulsive and stubborn, completely unreliable!
Compared to him, an experienced, clever, and scheming veteran like Star-Lord was much more dependable!
In the past, she might have worried that Drax's departure would weaken their ability to fight Ronan. After all, Drax was indeed very strong. But now...
Gamora turned to look at Chen Mo as he emerged from the crowd, and her anger quickly subsided.
Although Chen Mo had not revealed much of his true strength, based on