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"Yes, Your Majesty!"

On the square, the officer received his orders, and his gaze toward Chu Hang changed from wariness to awe.

"Your Excellency, we have agreed to your request. Please come with us; the Nova Supreme wishes to see you in person."

Chu Hang nodded and was about to leave with them.

Suddenly, piercing sirens blared throughout the city again. This time, the sirens were more urgent than before, indicating a higher level of threat.

An urgent report came through the officer's communicator: "Report! A massive riot has broken out at Klin Prison! Class A criminals Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, and Groot, along with 'Destroyer' Drax, have escaped! They've stolen a prisoner transport ship and are fleeing!"

The officer's expression changed, and he suddenly looked at Chu Hang.

The arrival of a stranger with godlike powers has led to the escape of some of the galaxy's most notorious criminals from its most heavily guarded prison.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

"Sir," the officer's tone became wary again, "is this prison break related to you?"

Chu Hang's good mood vanished in an instant.

He hates these kinds of troublesome things the most.

"No," he replied succinctly.

"We need you to stay here and cooperate with the investigation." The officer's tone was firm, clearly indicating that he had received new orders.

"I don't have time to play cops and robbers with you guys."

He closed his eyes, and his powerful senses instantly expanded, like an invisible net covering the entire near-Earth orbit of the planet. He heard the distant roar of a spaceship's engines, clearly operating at overload.

"Never mind, I'm quite interested in this group of idiots too."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

Only a group of Nova Corps soldiers were left looking at each other, bewildered and unaware of what had happened.

The atmosphere on a dilapidated prisoner transport ship was in complete chaos.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Those Nova Corps lackeys are about to catch up!" A raccoon wielding a giant energy gun was frantically operating the control panel.

“I am Groot!” A tree-man next to him waved his arms.

“I know you’re Groot! Shut up!” the raccoon roared.

In the cockpit, a man wearing a red leather jacket and headphones was swaying his legs to outdated music while piloting the spaceship.

“Hey guys, relax.” Peter Quill whistled. “We’re out here, aren’t we? That’s the most important thing.”

“Quail!” Gamora, a woman dressed entirely in green, stared at him coldly. “If you don’t speed up this wrecked ship, we’ll be taken back soon!”

"Shut up! You bunch of idiots!" roared Drax, a burly man with a bare chest and covered in red tattoos. "Ronan isn't dead! I'm going to kill him!"

Just then, the spaceship suddenly jolted.

It wasn't like being hit; it was like crashing into an invisible wall, and everyone was thrown out by inertia.

"What's going on?" Rocket screamed.

“We… have stopped.” Quill looked out the window at the rapidly receding stars and was astonished to find that the spaceship was hovering in space in a strange way.

A voice suddenly rang out in the cockpit.

"You guys are too noisy."

Everyone turned around abruptly.

A man dressed in Earth-style casual wear had somehow appeared behind them.

"Who are you?" Rocket was the first to react and raised his gun.

Drax roared and charged forward as well.

The man merely raised his eyelids slightly.

An invisible force instantly enveloped the entire cockpit.

Space Lockdown

Yes, after experiencing wormhole travel and space jumps, Chu Hang's [Spatial Control] level was upgraded to intermediate, which enabled him to comprehend new ways of utilizing spatial laws.

The air seemed to have turned into solidified cement.

The rocket launcher's gun-raising motion was frozen in place; he felt as if he were encased in a piece of amber, unable to move even the slightest finger to pull the trigger.

Drax's charging stance froze in mid-air, his face contorted with anger and helplessness. He felt as if he hadn't just crashed into a wall, but that the entire world was pressing down on him from all sides, his bones groaning.

Gamora tried to draw her sword, but found her arm to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Quill was pinned tightly to the driver's seat, making it incredibly difficult for him to even move his eyes.

Only the music in his headphones was still playing.

“…Ooh Child, things are gonna get easier…”

Chu Hang acted as if nothing had happened, slowly walking up to Quill in this frozen space and looking him over.

"The style of the 1980s. Are you from Earth?"

Quill's pupils contracted sharply.

"I have no interest in where you're going or who you're going to kill," Chu Hang interrupted him, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure. "I'm here just to tell you, don't cause me any trouble. Those idiots in the Nova Corps think I'm here to pick you up."

He glanced around at the group of people who were frozen in place.

"I just want to go home and experience different planetary civilizations. I won't interfere with your actions, and I will return to Earth soon."

He also figured it out: instead of arguing with those so-called high-ranking government officials on Earth, it would be better to develop in the universe.

He extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the control panel.

"Fuck-"

The sturdy alloy console, as smooth as tofu, was sliced ​​open by his fingertips, leaving a deep gash. The cut was so smooth it was like a mirror, and even sparks flew from it.

This was him demonstrating his strength to the group.

"understand?"

Quill nodded with difficulty.

Chu Hang withdrew his power.

The air quality returned to normal.

Everyone was instantly freed. Drax, having charged too far, slammed his head against the wall with a thud.

Rocket gasped for breath, looked down at his gun, and noticed a barely perceptible twist on the barrel.

"Who exactly are you?" Quill asked, still shaken, as he looked at the scratches on the control panel.

“An Earthling who wants to go home.” Chu Hang turned and walked towards the hatch. “By the way, if you need help, I can help you, of course, for a fee.”

After saying that, he disappeared again.

Inside the spaceship, there was a deathly silence.

Only that old song is still being sung.

"...things'll get brighter..."

"What was that just now?" Rocket stammered.

No one could answer him.

Quill turned off the music and stared at the spot where Chu Hang had disappeared, a genuine seriousness appearing in his eyes for the first time. He had seen many ruthless characters in his life: space pirates, bounty hunters, and even some bizarre creatures.

But none of them were like that person from before.

Chapter 114 Barren Land

The cockpit of the Milan was quiet.

The old song from the 1980s has stopped playing. The pressure left by that man still lingers in the air, making it hard to breathe.

Rocket Raccoon was the first to get angry. He hugged the big gun and circled around the spot where Chu Hang had just stood, his nose twitching incessantly.

"What the hell was that? How did it get in? And how did it disappear?" he screamed. "It didn't even leave a trace!"

“He’s not a thing, he’s a person.” Drax scrambled to his feet from the wall, rubbing his throbbing head. His tone was confused. “A very strong person. I tried everything to resist his control, but it was no use.”

Gamora's face was grim. She sheathed her sword, her eyes serious: "He can freeze space. I've only ever heard of such an ability in legends. He's no ordinary Earthling."

“Hey guys, relax.” Peter Quill leaned back in the driver’s seat and whistled, but his trembling fingers betrayed his nervousness. “Didn’t he say that he’s an Earthling just like me, and we’ll keep to ourselves?”

“You call that nothing?” Rocket jumped onto the control panel, pointing to the smooth cut. “Reinforced titanium! He made that with his finger! His finger! Quill, you idiot, we just slipped away right under a god’s nose! If he wanted, we’d be a pile of space junk right now!”

“I am Groot.” Groot waved his branch arm, his expression serious.

"That's right, Groot is right!" Rocket excitedly echoed. "We should throw this damn ball away right now and get as far away from that monster as possible!"

“No!” Gamora immediately objected. “The Orb must be delivered to the buyer. Four hundred billion. Only with money can we truly be free.” She glanced at Quill. “Besides, that person said he’s only interested in paid assistance, which means he doesn’t want to just steal it. He has his own rules.”

Quill nodded. His mysterious fellow Earthling, though ridiculously powerful, didn't seem inclined to push things too far. He was more like a detached observer watching them, these insignificant characters wallowing in the mud.

“Gamora’s right.” Quill cleared his throat, regaining his captain’s composure. “Our objective remains the same: go to the Barren Lands, find the Collector, and sell this thing. Once we have the money, we’ll go our separate ways. As for that Earthling… try to avoid him again.”

He restarted the spaceship and set its course. The engines roared, and the ship flew towards a desolate region of space deep within the universe.

This place is not a planet, but the skull of a colossal god after its death. Countless mining companies and scavengers swarm upon it like maggots, extracting priceless organic matter and brain fluid.

There is no law, no order, only money and violence. It is the most chaotic, yet also the freest place in the entire galaxy.

The Milan carefully navigated through the dense cluster of mining ships and aircraft, landing on a dirty helipad.

The five people were stunned by the sight before they stepped off the spaceship. The air was thick with the stench of engine oil, alcohol, and various living organisms.

On the streets, bizarre aliens huddled together, gambling, fighting, and engaging in shady deals. A three-eyed creature was shoving a bag of glowing powder into the hands of a scaly lizardman.

Not far away, two burly men were fighting tooth and nail over a chip, while the people around them were still cheering and placing bets.

"I love this place," Rocket said excitedly, rubbing his paws together.

Led by Gamora, they navigated through the chaotic streets and entered a building that looked like a museum.

Inside the building, collector Tanneril Tevon sits in an ornate chair, stroking a creature that looks like a dog and a bird at the same time.