A Handsome Guy Picking Up Girls

"Hello, Mr. Beckett, I am Zola from the Cosmic Auction House. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Just as Beckett was looking around at Gafa City, the capital of Knowhere, a clear and clean voice echoed in his ear.

A navy blue business suit hugged her curvaceous figure, her long, burgundy wavy hair was casually tied back in a ponytail, and her delicate face wore a warm, inviting smile. After Woz docked the warship, the woman, who had been waiting there for some time, immediately left the Warship Port's lounge and went straight to Beckett.

"Staff?"

Upon hearing the voice, Beckett turned around and sized up the unfamiliar woman in front of him.

"Yes, Mr. Beckett. You are a VIP of our Cosmic Auction House, and I am your personal guide on Knowhere, responsible for answering your questions."

The woman named Zola bowed slightly, her manners impeccable.

As a descendant of a powerful figure in the Centaurus Galaxy, even though he was only an adopted son, the controller of the Cosmic Auction House still treated Beckett as a VIP.

One-on-one service around the clock until the auction ends.

Providing every VIP with the most comfortable service possible was one of the methods that initially made the Cosmic Auction House famous, and it has been preserved ever since. Nowadays, VIP services can only be enjoyed by representatives of forces that can be considered dominant in the universe.

For example, the Kree Empire, the Skrull Empire, Asgard in the Nine Realms, and the Dark Order in the Centaurus Galaxy.

In order to gather as many rare treasures as possible to offer to the being behind him, the owner of the auction house went to great lengths.

"Roll."

Zola's delicate smile froze instantly.

???

"Excuse me, Mr. Beckett, I think you might have some misunderstanding about our Cosmic Auction House." After a year of training, the first client she served was someone like Beckett who didn't play by the rules, Zola felt inexplicably flustered.

Judging from Beckett's attitude, she'll definitely get a perfect score of 100% in the customer satisfaction survey.

She's about to be laid off right after starting her job?

"I, Zola, am a staff member of the Cosmic Auction House, and your personal service representative. This is my identification badge." With that, Zola took off the badge that was pinned to her chest and handed it to Beckett to prove her identity.

"Please rest assured, no one in this universe would dare to impersonate a staff member of the Cosmic Auction House, so you can completely let your guard down and have a good time."

"I don't need to, now, don't make me say it a third time."

Beckett stared directly at the woman named Zola in front of him, interrupting her abruptly. Zola choked, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Beckett was prepared to forcibly buy things if he couldn't get them, so why did he have an auction house staff member with him?

Why make things harder for yourself for no reason?

Overwhelmed by Beckett's imposing presence, Zola Nuonuo was speechless, watching helplessly as his figure receded into the distance.

Damn it!

My performance review!

Don't go!

By the time Zola realized what was happening, Beckett was already far away.

Thinking about his performance review, the inexperienced Zola hurriedly followed after him with his long legs.

Every employee at the Cosmic Auction House has a performance evaluation metric, but for those of them who are specially trained to receive VIPs, there is only one metric: customer satisfaction.

This was a quantitative indicator that even those being assessed didn't know how it was derived. Although they didn't know the specific calculation method, Zola felt that if they lost track of Beckett, the Son of Thanos from the Centaurus Galaxy, they would definitely fail the assessment.

She didn't want to be thrown into the Sakaar gladiatorial arena, a place she had no idea where, to be used as fodder or a prize.

"Your His Highness Beckett, that woman named Zola is still following you."

As Beckett disappeared into the crowd, an image of Zola hurriedly chasing after him appeared on the screen in his right eye. Woz, who was scanning the terrain of Gafa, reminded him.

"Whatever."

Beckett was silently observing the terrain and the location of the buildings, had no interest in paying attention to the auction house employee behind him.

"Woz, skip any locations that can't be scanned. I'll go check them out myself when I have time." With fourteen days until the auction, Beckett had plenty of time to survey every inch of Knowhere Capital for his grand robbery.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz thinks we don't need to do this at all."

Thanos provided Beckett with ample funds, which Woz believed was more than enough to film a small mechanical component, making it completely unnecessary to prepare for surveying the terrain and defenses of Knowhere Capital.

"No, quite the opposite, it is very necessary."

Beckett never assumed the worst about his enemies.

Both the Kree Empire and the Skrull Empire suffered a great loss at his hands.

Beckett disliked surprises.

Even if the chance of this accident happening is only one in a million, Beckett wants to prepare in advance, regardless of whether it will be in vain in the end.

Moreover, reconnaissance of terrain was just routine for him; he was already used to it.

What is this guy looking for?

To save face for the auction house, before chasing Beckett, Zola pressed the one-click change button on her wristwatch, changing her blue uniform into a very common white one on Knowhere.

Or perhaps you've never seen a bustling, technologically advanced city before?

Zola didn't quite understand.

According to the experience passed down by her predecessors, second-generation rich kids like Beckett should be well-informed and easy to deal with. So why are the second-generation rich kids she's encountered so restless and like to wander around Gafa alone when she takes the job?

Times have changed?

Zola, panting heavily, rested his hands on his knees.

"Please, please wait a moment, Mr. Beckett." After rushing for a while, Zola finally caught up with Beckett and straightened up after catching her breath.

"Boring."

Beckett turned and glanced at Zola, who followed him around.

"You seem to lack the respect that this lady deserves."

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding washed over Beckett!

A man with long, center-parted hair, dressed in the most fashionable clothes on Knowhere, appeared beside Zola, holding the most famous musical instrument on Knowhere, exuding the dashing demeanor of an artistic master.

This man?!

Beckett's pupils constricted sharply; he sensed an immense, boundless energy emanating from this man...

Energy far exceeding that of Malekith...

"My name is Ego,"

"Beautiful lady, may I play a song for you?"

The man with long, center-parted hair bowed slightly to Zola, his manners impeccable.

At this moment, Hela was still on her way on horseback...

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