Su Ming carried Quill through the living room, greeted everyone, and continued toward the detention area.
Everyone stared blankly as Quill, who was hardly a small man himself, was carried in Su Ming's hand without the slightest resistance.
Their expressions were quite something.
Quill had no idea how Su Ming intended to deal with him, but he probably would not be escaping anytime soon.
He quickly adjusted his mindset.
For no other reason than that, although Su Ming was domineering, his attitude toward him was ten thousand times better than Yondu's.
His gaze drifted across everyone in the room one by one. He waved as if they were old friends and said:
"Hi~ How's it going...!"
A trace of lingering fear flashed through his eyes.
So this building did not contain just one person.
There were actually so many imposing people here.
Looking at Nick Fury's dark face and single eye, Quill found him incredibly intimidating even while he was petting a cat.
He guessed Fury had to be even stronger than the guy who had captured him.
Then there was Steve, tall and straight-backed in his combat suit. He looked like a ruthless character too.
Not to mention Sam and the ladies beside him.
They all looked at him with hostile, sharp gazes. It was quite frightening.
Quill could not help regretting his reckless actions.
Su Ming arrived at the detention area, opened the holding cell door, and tossed Quill inside.
Bang!
Star-Lord Quill had thus become the first prisoner in Su Ming's base.
"Buddy, I'm hungry... Got anything to eat??"
Quill climbed up from the floor and looked around—there were no windows, only iron bars everywhere.
Yet the facilities were complete, the environment was elegant, and it did not feel stifling.
It was actually more comfortable than his