Over the next few days, Raymond and Kara disguised themselves as bounty hunters from some unknown planet and wandered through Knowhere's chaotic cityscape, which had formed naturally with virtually no planning. Along the way, they caught several fairly valuable criminals and resold them to middlemen who specialized in such business for a profit.
It had to be said that, as a densely populated area with no government and no law enforcement, Knowhere was far more interesting than they had imagined.
Here, Raymond saw the possibility of anarchism existing independently as a social form, as well as the process by which a hidden order could emerge from complete chaos and disorder.
It gave him, who had always believed that order was the essential prerequisite for society to exist and function, many bold ideas and inspirations.
At the moment, the two sat in an inconspicuous corner of a bar, watching Star-Lord, Rocket Raccoon, and the others nearby with great interest as they looked increasingly anxious.
Clearly, several consecutive days of waiting had left them tense and under immense pressure, as though malicious eyes were watching them from every direction.
In particular, the number of oddly dressed Ravagers had begun to increase noticeably.
Star-Lord could not even sleep peacefully at night, terrified that he would open his eyes and find his adoptive father, Yondu, standing before him.
Gamora, meanwhile, was also worried about her "old father," Thanos, as well as her beloved yet antagonistic sister, Nebula.
Just last night, the group had been attacked by more than a dozen desperadoes.
As a result, this hastily assembled team had already erupted into several arguments.
Star-Lord believed they should sell the Orb to the Cosmic Collector right here, while Rocket insisted they wait for their employer, declaring that he would never become the sort of