If any of the other Creator Gods went, Galacta would definitely be in danger!
Galactus could never let his daughter be put in danger.
That was why the thought had sent him into a panic.
"Then are you planning to see the Living Tribunal, master?" the Silver Surfer asked in his cold voice.
The question stopped Galactus short.
See the Living Tribunal?
"Of course not!" Galactus shook his head.
After all, the Living Tribunal was the one being Galactus feared meeting most.
Galactus had broken quite a few rules in the Multiverse, though none of it had been serious.
The Living Tribunal knew, but had turned a blind eye.
The problem was,
Galactus could hardly go looking for the Living Tribunal himself!
That would be asking for trouble.
The last time Galactus had met the Living Tribunal, the Living Tribunal had limited how much he could eat.
At the thought, Galactus decided he absolutely could not go see the Living Tribunal again.
The Silver Surfer, of course, knew that perfectly well.
He had not asked because he wanted an answer. He was reminding Galactus: "If you aren't going to the Living Tribunal, master, are you planning to ask Zhang Yang to dissolve the contract?"
The Silver Surfer thought he had put that quite tactfully.
Extremely tactfully, in fact.
There were only two ways to dissolve the contract.
Galactus would not go to the Living Tribunal.
Going to Zhang Yang was pointless. Zhang Yang was the victim, and Galacta could protect his life, so he would never agree to dissolve the contract.
Neither route would work, yet Galactus said he was going to dissolve the contract.
The Silver Surfer had no idea where he intended to rush off to.
This father and daughter were giving the Silver Surfer a headache.
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