Su Ming's bold declaration of "Take as much as you can" and the mountain of loot before them.
Were like a warm current.
Instantly washing away the sense of distance brought by that trace of divine majesty.
In the hearts of every Guardian Corps member,
Su Ming's image underwent a subtle yet profound change.
He was no longer merely that untouchable figure,
A god who could repel demon gods with a wave of his hand,
And inspire awe in them.
At that moment,
He seemed more like...
An incredibly protective, absurdly powerful, and damn generous patriarch!
Everyone looked at the treasures piled in their arms, backpacks, and even at their feet.
Then looked at Su Ming.
Their eyes were filled with burning gratitude,
Unwavering loyalty, and the wild joy of knowing they had chosen the right thigh to cling to.
Following a big shot means nine meals in three days! The ancients truly did not deceive us!
—This was what many ordinary members were thinking.
Sir may have a twisted sense of humor sometimes, but he truly treats his own people well!
—Wanda thought with a smile.
This boss is solid. When he has treasure, he really shares it!
—This was the conclusion Rocket reached while stuffing parts into his pockets.
I still don't understand why I suddenly have a daughter, but as long as the boss is happy, that's fine!
—This was Drax's simple logic.
Even Yondu,
While using the Yaka Arrow to scoop up a string of top-grade gemstones,
Muttered to himself:
"This brat really knows how to win people over... but I like it!"
The team's cohesion soared to unprecedented heights.
Their trust in Su Ming and sense of belonging reached their peak.
Amid this harmonious atmosphere, which was mostly the joy of dividing the spoils,
Drax,