A person in Marvel, a system worker
Yondu was fired from the team for trafficking children, which violated regulations.
Yondu was initially angry. He felt that he did it for the sake of the team.
A team needs money to grow, right?
Everyone's feigning superiority; who's going to raise the funds?
Yondu forgot that the team was never created to grow bigger. It was simply a group of like-minded people coming together to do the right thing.
The premise is "correctness." If this fundamental premise is violated, what's the point of expanding the team?
Yondu was fired and his requests to return were repeatedly rejected. In a fit of anger, he formed his own team, wanting to prove that he was doing well without the team and that his team was even better.
Both objectives have failed.
His team was terrible; it was a collection of garbage.
He misses the old days.
" Quill..." Yondu pulled his son aside and earnestly instructed him, "This time we've mobilized our entire force. If we return empty-handed, morale will collapse, and the team will be difficult to lead... You don't need to tell me what to do, do you?"
Quill, Peter Jason Quill, is a name many people may be familiar with, but if you say " Star-Lord," most people will just say "Oh."
Yondu wanted Star-Lord to approach the two men as a fellow human, and then set a trap to capture them.
"No problem," Star-Lord assured him, patting his chest. "Leave it to me, Yondu."
Sakaar District.
"This place is so strange," Daisy said.
"Oh," Mike asked, "What's strange about it?"
"This place is as bustling as Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, but just across the street and a wall, it's like a slum—no, it's more like a garbage dump. Yet everyone seems... used to it..."
Beverly Hills, a dream destination for the wealthy, a shopping Heaven, and a mecca for the film industry, is home to numerous Hollywood star mansions.
Rodeo Drive is Beverly Hills ' high-end shopping street, lined with flagship stores of various top brands.
"Our planet is called Sakaar, located in the Tayo Galaxy of the Fornax System. It's barbaric and backward, used as a junkyard and exile site by many other planets. Apart from the ever-competitive native Sakaaran, the only other inhabitants are tourists, gamblers, interstellar villains, and exiled criminals."
"The actual ruler of this planet is the Grandmaster, an immortal ancient monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time. Intelligent beings, including humans, after possessing too much knowledge for too long, gradually develop desires and curiosity. To avoid living like stone or wooden figures, long-lived intelligent beings often have some strange and peculiar habits that outsiders might find odd."
In fact, Mike was already showing this tendency.
It used to be money.
Later it was a woman.
And then there's appetite... People like Mike and the Ancient One no longer need to replenish their energy through food. But look, the Ancient One drinks tea, Mike drinks alcohol—trying their best to maintain the habits of being human.
" The Grandmaster's hobby is organizing all sorts of competitions. This planet is his arena. As long as it's interesting and profitable, he doesn't care about one side being Heaven and the other Hell."
"Oh."
Daisy isn't a saint, nor is she some kind of cosmic human rights champion. Given her upbringing, it's a miracle she didn't fall into depravity. In fact, she only cares about herself and those around her—which is already better than most people; at least she's loyal and doesn't betray her friends.
Most "Mother Mothers" are merely hypocrites, delusions born of naiveté, used for amusement after a good meal, and cannot withstand scrutiny.
It must be said that the area open to visitors is truly magical, bringing together a dazzling array of goods from across the universe.
Daisy used to scream over a pink circle the size of a pigeon egg, but now she seems quite worldly-wise.
At this moment.
A furtive figure followed behind the two.
It's Star-Lord.
Despite Star-Lord's confident assurances to Yondu, he didn't actually take the pursuit of Mike seriously at all.
When he was nine years old, Star-Lord was kidnapped from Colorado by Yondu.
Even after all these years, he still occasionally reminisces about his childhood living on Earth.
At that time, my mother was still recovering from illness.
That was the happiest time of his life so far.
Occasionally, he would think back and wonder, how is my hometown doing?
so.
He wouldn't help Yondu capture anyone. As for the survival of the Reavers... hah, a bunch of scum, Star-Lord doesn't care.
"Strange, hasn't Earth already entered the interstellar colonization era? Are these two really from Earth?"
"From Earth..." was information Mike revealed while talking to merchants in the trading area.
Star-Lord was a little suspicious.
After all, many creatures on other planets look exactly like humans, such as the Asgardian...
"Never mind, never mind, let's just treat them as Earthlings."
Let's have a couple of drinks first.
Star-Lord, patting the few valuable trinkets in his pocket, strolled casually into the commercial district.
Star-Lord had visited Sakaar many times; compared to Mike's limited knowledge, he was a regular.
Sakaar can be roughly divided into four types of locations:
A reservation inhabited by the indigenous Sakaaran.
The commercial area for tourists.
A gambler's arena.
A garbage dump for the poor.
Yondu believed that Mike and Daisy had likely run into the chaotic junkyard to escape their pursuers, so his more than one hundred men entered the junkyard in small teams to search for them.
Star-Lord's thoughts are similar to Yondu's.
But all he wanted to do was slack off.
So we entered the commercial area.
Then I saw Mike and Daisy.
Looking at the two people strolling leisurely through the streets like ordinary tourists, his first thought was: I'm seeing things.
I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe it.
But the facts speak for themselves.
"Are these two out of their minds? Don't they know over a hundred people are looking for them?" Star-Lord muttered. "Or do they just not realize how serious things are?"
"Forget it, I don't care anymore, their lives are none of my business."
Star-Lord turned and walked a short distance away.
Then he turned around.
He slapped himself and said, "You bastard, one day you'll get yourself killed. Cause of death: meddling in other people's business!"
While cursing himself, Star-Lord quietly followed Mike and Daisy.
"Hey-hey!"
After following them for a while, Star-Lord overtook the two and turned into a small alley, an alley he was familiar with.
He poked his head out of the alleyway, lowered his voice, and waved anxiously at Mike and Daisy.
" Mike, look, there's someone waving at us, looks like we're from Earth, might be a human."
Daisy excitedly reminded Mike on Earth, humans were everywhere. After several days of space travel and seeing so many colorful and strange aliens, Daisy had begun to miss Earthlings.
It's clear that adventure is just a hobby for some; most people are simply trapped within their comfort zone: looking at the walls, imagining and yearning for life outside. Once they leave, they begin to miss the familiar people and environment of their comfort zone.