"Looks like some of you were staring a little too obviously, and clever 89P13 noticed!" The burly alien laughed mockingly and looked at Rocket Raccoon. "Of course, not everyone here is from OrgoCorp. Mercenaries, Ravagers, bounty hunters—aren't things like that everywhere in the universe?"
"What OrgoCorp lacks least is money, so whether you were discovered approaching the unmanned spaceship, or whether you swallowed the anger in your heart and prepared to go to a nearby gathering point to ask around about OrgoCorp, you would have fallen into our hands. It's just obvious that I, Aishan, was the luckiest one... Hm?!"
With a whoosh, before Aishan had even finished speaking, before he could even react, an energy beam shot out of a blaster and slammed straight into him, blasting his body away.
"You sure talk a lot. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some kind of expert!" Star-Lord watched Aishan fly out and gave a disdainful laugh, then swept his gaze over the others in the tavern. "As a former Ravager, I know you're all here for the money, but there's no need to pay with your lives for it. Anyway, the deposit OrgoCorp paid should already be enough for you to live it up..."
To be honest, since these people in the tavern were not from OrgoCorp, Star-Lord did not want to offend all of them. After all, doing so would offend far too many forces. Even if Star-Lord was confident he could deal with everyone in the tavern, he did not want the Guardians of the Galaxy to end up hated and hunted by everyone.
But Star-Lord's goodwill was not accepted by those Ravagers. After all, Ravagers were inherently lawless people. Even among Yondu's men, there had been people who betrayed Yondu, to say nothing of