"Captain?... Captain?"
As he savored the enticing title Su Ming had thrown out, Quill's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He began yearning deeply for the extravagant life of commanding a huge crew as freely as Yondu did.
After thinking it over for a moment, he gritted his teeth.
"Let's do it! It's just treating everyone, right? Consider it arranged!"
Yet his hand clenched tightly around the wallet at his waist, as though saying a final farewell to it.
"Who?! Him? Hmph..."
Having heard Su Ming's plan, Gamora was somewhat disappointed.
She turned and walked into the bar, leaving everyone with an angry silhouette.
Right now, she only wanted to follow Su Ming. If that idiot Quill became captain, she would rather wander alone...
Seeing that Gamora did not seem satisfied with his arrangement, Su Ming was in no hurry.
He lifted his foot and followed after her.
Drax looked at the drunk who had just been thrown out of the bar and spoke with disgust written all over his face.
"What a filthy place where people drown themselves in drink and dreams. What serious business could we possibly have in there?"
The scene shifted.
Standing beside a gambling table and watching alien creatures race wildly, Drax clenched his fists and shouted excitedly.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah..."
Until the alien beast he had bet on caught up with and devoured the other animals one after another, Groot showed a trace of pity.
Drax, however, raised his wineglass high with a flushed face, his slightly hoarse voice ringing through the entire venue.
"My Orloni won!
I won!
Tonight, we drink until we drop!
No one goes home sober!"
"You finally used that idiom right. This is fucking awesome!"
Rocket beside him was equally excited.
At the gambling table, Drax dominated the competition, and