Ravager Ship

Yondu stared fixedly at Star-Lord for several moments. Just as everyone held their breath and waited for the outcome, he suddenly burst into laughter, raised the blade in his hand, and swung it down.

Star-Lord shut his eyes in terror, waiting for death, but the agonizing pain he expected never came. Instead, the ropes binding him snapped apart.

When he opened his eyes, Yondu had already tossed the blade to one of his men, then laughed and pulled Star-Lord into a hug.

Pounding Star-Lord hard on the back, Yondu shouted at his other men, "From the moment I met this kid Star-Lord, I knew he was something special! Looks like I was right—this kid earned us a hundred million credits!"

All the men erupted into excited cheers. That much money was enough for them to find somewhere comfortable and party properly for a while.

In contrast, Star-Lord's face was full of pain. It was not because he was heartbroken over spending a huge sum of money, but because Yondu's pounding was making him miserable.

After all, when he had first awakened, his whole body had hurt terribly. The threat to his life had simply made him forget it for the moment. Now, Yondu's actions were practically reminding his brain that his body was in terrible shape.

Yondu acted as though he could not see the pained expression on Star-Lord's face. He kept patting him for quite a while before pretending to suddenly notice.

"You look strange. Are the injuries you got in that fight not healed yet? No problem. We've got a medical bay on our ship. They can bring even the dead back to life there, though it costs a little money."

Yondu rubbed his fingers together and said, "Hand over the money you earned, and I'll have them