Who had been cornered inside? Who else could it be? It had to be Star-Lord, the one with a miserable past but noble bloodline.
After entering Kyln Prison, Luo Xia had reminded Nebula not to cause trouble for the time being and to hide herself as best she could. For an assassin, even in such an enclosed environment, staying hidden was not difficult if she prepared in advance.
Those prisoners who held grudges against Thanos or Ronan were not intimidated by the display of strength Nebula had made earlier. They had come with the intention of killing. But when they realized they could not find Nebula right away, Star-Lord was the one who got unlucky.
He only had himself to blame for clinging so firmly to her before, announcing to everyone that Nebula had his back. Now that they could not find the real target, they naturally went after Star-Lord instead.
These people hated Ronan and Thanos to the bone. They did not care whether he would talk or not—they beat him up first. Star-Lord was already bruised and swollen, clearly having been given a vicious beating.
An alien who looked as though he had been painted yellow, with skin so smooth it reflected light, grabbed Star-Lord by the collar. A knife ground from an iron bar was pressed against Star-Lord's throat.
The alien, like a yellow-skinned orange, snarled at Star-Lord, "Where is Thanos's daughter?"
"I don't know!" Star-Lord answered with utter honesty.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
A flurry of punches and kicks bent him over in pain.
"You've got quite the stubborn mouth. Looks like you're pretty loyal to Thanos."
"I've been wronged! I really don't know."
"Good. Let's see whether your bones are tougher, or my knife is."
"My fucking bones aren't tough, okay?"
Another series of loud