Rocket and Drax had been captured and were facing torture and interrogation.
The Ravagers had trussed Rocket Raccoon up like a rice dumpling as well.
One big, one small.
Because Yondu had warned them not to underestimate Rocket Raccoon. He might look small, but Ravagers loved using children and smaller people to slip into places larger people could not enter and steal from them.
Although Rocket Raccoon had easily taken down an entire squad by himself earlier, no one had taken him seriously.
The saying that one should not judge a person by their appearance made sense everywhere, yet it was ignored everywhere too.
Rocket's small frame had made the Ravagers instinctively look down on him.
But the moment Yondu reminded them, they immediately became vigilant.
Look at that! Many of the Ravagers were dissatisfied with Yondu, yet they still trusted his experience. That experience had stood the test of time and had been personally proven right by them.
Yet they still wanted to betray him.
Why?
It could be summed up in four words: greed and short-sightedness.
Greed made them ignore the immense harm caused by short-sightedness. It was not that they did not understand that without Yondu, their crew would soon destroy itself through stupidity, but they chose to optimistically ignore it.
Rocket, bound hand and foot, could not move, but his mouth was not gagged. He kept cursing.
A Ravager chopped off a section of tree trunk, as thick as a rolling pin.
"Say one more curse if you've got the guts."
The Ravager holding the club sneered as he said this to Rocket.
Rocket froze for a moment. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a bizarre request. Of course, he obliged, and insults directed at the man's entire family spilled right