The Falling-Out

Dane had not expected to witness such a spectacle, so he watched on with great interest, quietly loosening his grip on the Yaka Arrow in his palm.

Gamora, Drax, and the others were utterly baffled.

"What's going on?"

"Perhaps I've been too lenient with you, and you've forgotten what I'm capable of."

Yondu noticed Dane's movement and immediately felt reassured.

His face darkened as he warned the scar-faced man standing on the ship, "I'll give you one last chance. Let them go right now, then get your ass back on the ship and do your job!"

Yondu had long commanded respect and carried considerable authority. Quite a few people aboard the Ravager ship began to waver.

Seeing that things were going badly, Scarface struck first. He shoved the person in front of him off the ship, letting him crash into a bloody pulp before Yondu.

"This is my answer! Yondu, you're not fit to be our boss anymore! We followed you to make money, not to help you raise a kid!"

His words struck a chord with many of them. They had long been dissatisfied with Yondu's favoritism, but they had never dared voice it because of his reputation.

But now that someone had taken the lead, they had the courage to cheer from behind him.

That courage was quickly crushed.

Faced with his subordinates' accusations, Yondu sneered and suddenly began to whistle.

Amid the whistle, a streak of red sliced through the air and abruptly appeared among the Ravagers, accompanied by faint popping sounds.

Scarface suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw blood spraying from a thumb-sized hole in the center of his chest.

When he looked up, a red Yaka Arrow was practically pressed against his forehead.

"The Yaka Arrow..."

Scarface had never