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Quill walked all the way out of the star port hub, walked on the path he often walked, and walked to the intelligence dealer's store.

Maybe it's because this familiar environment can always arouse some unreasonable sense of security in people's hearts.

He didn't notice at all that among the crowd behind him, there was more than one person watching his back walking alone.

Until he came to the broker's shop, the last trace of worry in his heart was abandoned without a trace.

Quill knew very well that as long as he handed over the cosmic spirit ball to the broker, he would have been freed from this matter.

Therefore, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, and rushed into the gift shop opened by the broker at the corner of the business center.

The door of the gift shop opened in response, and the broker naturally noticed the figure in the red jacket in the gift shop.

After all, the City of New Stars is the capital of Xandar, and this is the star port hub of the capital, so the business is very developed.

There are at least hundreds of shops, large and small, near the Xinggang hub, similar to the gift shop of the broker.

The broker's storefront is just a cover, it is opened in the corner of this commercial area, and there are very, very few customers who will come here.

This is also the reason why the broker was able to notice someone breaking in the first time when Quill walked into the door of the shop.

"Ah——Mr. Quayle, it can be seen that you seem to be in a good mood?"

The broker raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face looked a little surprised, and he already saw why Quill came here.

After all, the intersection between him and Peter Quill is only connected because of the existence of the universe spirit ball.

Peter Quill was different from the old ones, different from the old ones who came to the brokers to buy information.

This reward task was issued by the broker himself, and the reward was also paid by the broker himself.

As for which buyer the broker will resell this cosmic spirit ball to, Quill doesn't know, and doesn't care.

Because Quill knew very well that he had no way to sell this antique for a higher price.

Besides, the conditions offered by the broker were already generous enough, and there was no need for him to go back and forth.

"This is the Cosmic Spirit Orb, my mission is complete, what about the bounty—"

Quill showed a sighing expression on his face, and took out the metal sphere from his pocket.

The metal sphere is not big enough for an adult's hand to hold, and the unknown metal surface is carved with complicated patterns.

No one knows what those hollow patterns represent, but what can be seen is only a touch of purple that was accidentally lit up at the beginning of the flower tattoo.

Glancing at the cosmic spirit ball placed on the table by Peter Quill, the broker didn't show any other emotional fluctuations on his face.

"Very well, I have the item, but I remember that it should be Yondu the Predator who made the agreement with me."

"Uh...Yondu's situation is a bit complicated, I'm afraid I can't come in person."

When the broker mentioned Yondu, the corners of Quill's eyes twitched slightly, as if he was a little concerned about the name.

He knew very well that he had done something wrong in this matter, but he had nothing else to talk about in this matter.

Fortunately, the tactful Quill immediately offered a good word and ended the matter.

"So, what the hell is this thing?"

As if knocking on the sidelines, Quill played with a disapproving look.

After all, for such a so-called "antique", he risked his life and escaped from the center of the battlefield.

No matter what the result is, Quill has the right to be a little curious about it.

"Because of professional ethics - I can't reveal to you who the buyers are and what they want."

The broker's words made Quill's face a little ugly, but when he changed the subject, Quill knew there was a turning point.

"However, I can see that you seem to have devoted a lot of time and energy to it."

"Of course, bro, don't you forget I worked for you for a week just to get news of it."

Quill shrugged his shoulders lightly, with a relaxed expression on his face, but his eyes did not move away from the universe spirit ball.

He spent tens of thousands of star coins back and forth, and even drove the Miranda to the battlefield in person for half a month.

Everything he had experienced made Peter Quill full of curiosity about this so-called "antique".

"The most I can tell you is that this thing is a weapon through and through."

When the broker came to Quill's ear and said that word, everything seemed to be clear.

Why on earth does this "antique" have such a high star coin reward?

Why on earth did I get into trouble with Ronan the Accuser, the Tiwan Group and the Marauders?

Quill never imagined that he would carry a weapon on his body and fly halfway across the galaxy with it.

"So that's the case. I said why did I offend Ronan, that lunatic and people from the Tiwan Group."

Suddenly, Quill had a relieved expression on his face, which made him more convinced of his choice.

It made him more convinced that he had better leave this thing with the broker and run away with the bounty.

But at the same time Quill said the word Ronan, he clearly saw that the broker's face changed instantly.

"Ronan—you mean Ronan? Ronan is also involved?!"

There was a hint of fear in the lizard-like wrinkled face that belonged to the Xandar minority.

Quill hadn't seen someone's expression change so quickly, and he felt a little bit in his heart immediately.

Because he knew that whenever someone showed such an expression, it meant that the deal he had already negotiated was about to fall through.

"Sorry, Mr. Quill, I will not touch any transactions related to Ronan."

The broker picked up the Cosmic Spirit Orb from the table, stuffed it roughly into Quill's arms, and pushed him out of the door.

Quill could see that the broker didn't seem to be joking, and—he was afraid.

"Hey man, I get what you're worried about, but that shouldn't affect our deal, right?"

Quill struggled, but he struggled so weakly that he was easily pushed out by the broker.

"I'm only doing it for my own safety, Mr. Quill, please understand, there will be no end of time."

Just like that, Peter Quill was roughly kicked out of his territory, a gift shop, by an intelligence dealer.

Standing outside the blocked gate of the gift shop, he had a wry smile on his face, but he didn't know what to say.

But this bitter smile ended when Quill slowly turned his head and saw another person.

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