In the void, the bars in the residential area are not the same as those in the lower mines, there are no miners and homeless miners covered in sweat and numb eyes, and there are no filthy prostitutes who will strip naked and do whatever you want, everything here will seem more regular.

As a result, mercenaries, space pirates, and shady brokers and traffickers who can't live in the upper floors often hang out here.

When Sean first lived in this hotel called "Devil's Den", he attracted the attention of many people, not because he looked like a young fat sheep with a bulging waist, but because as an earthling, it was too eye-catching.

After all, for most civilized races, Earth is just a remote place that is not obvious in the star charts.

But after two days, no one dared to deliberately trouble Sean, or rather, they all put away their ill-intentioned thoughts.

Because there is a team of space pirates who threatened to sell this Earth boy to the mining area, and the next day they evaporated and disappeared from the world.

Sean sat in his fixed position as usual, threw a strong Kree to the ground with one hand, and then drank twenty glasses of wildfire in a row at the bar.

This thin-looking earthling won the unanimous praise of all the mercenaries, because the other party fully proved his strength in terms of strength and alcohol.

During this period, many mercenary groups and space pirate fleets sent invitations to Sean.

However, after they learned that Sean owned an independent warship, they all retracted their words, but the evaluation of this young man was once again a higher level.

"Sir, they all say that you are an interstellar ranger, the kind of top powerhouse in the story, who wanders the universe alone!"

Kirk sat in his place as usual, holding a kebab steak and feasting on it, looking at Sean with admiration in his eyes.

The happiness in the eyes of this Rufmund child is very simple, that is, there is meat to eat every day, and there is no need to worry about the next meal.

Sean smiled slightly, but did not answer, in the past few days, Kirk has reported a lot of news to him one after another.

Like, Star-Lord Peter Quayle's whereabouts.

It is said that the other party found a good thing in Morag not long ago, but unfortunately when he was trading in Xandal, he was unfortunately arrested by the Nova Legion and sent to Chien Prison.

It is a space prison built in a meteorite area, attached to the Nova Legion, and holds a variety of dangerous criminals, including notorious space pirates, illegal slave traders, and murderous mercenaries.

"This man named Star-Lord ......"

Kirk clicked on the smart terminal in his hand, the fourth-generation civilian version of Planet Xandar, priced at 10,000 credits, which Sean bought for him.

This gift almost moved Kirk to tears, because he had never received any gift in his short life.

The virtual interface shows a man in a red leather jacket with a ruffian smile on his lips, and he is Peter Quayle.

"He is one of the Marauders, and he was previously in the team of Yongdu-Udon Tower, and is said to be the adopted child of the other party. This guy called Star-Lord has been a hot topic in the past two days, and news about him is flying all over the sky, so there is no need to inquire at all......"

Kirk licked his lips and continued, "He and a group of people have been havoc in Chien Prison, escaped the pursuit of the Nova Legion, and is currently a man of the hour. ”

"There's also a piece of news bought from an intelligence broker, Ronan, the archon of the Kree Empire, and Yongdu, Star-Lord's adoptive father, are tracking his whereabouts."

Sean nodded, the only advantage of ignorance is that he has money and is extremely efficient, and he has been here for less than a week, and he has already understood the three major empires, the Nova Legion, and these big forces.

Those intelligence brokers who are active in the residential area are really powerful, and even the news of the defeat of Sanos on Earth before has been sold to the outside world.

"Morag Star ......"

Sean remembered that it was on that planet that Star-Lord discovered the Cosmic Spirit Orb.

"The Morag civilization was once glorious, but it was destroyed a long time ago, and no one knows why."

Kirk added that the kid had apparently done a lot of homework.

Sean frowned and thought for a while, and then knew in his heart that the Morag civilization was the last custodian of the cosmic spirit ball, and they must have coveted this terrible force that destroyed the planet, and as a result, they caused a catastrophe by their own death.

Compared to other Infinity Stones, the Power Gems stored in the Cosmic Spirit Orb are more dangerous.

Weak lifeforms couldn't touch it at all, otherwise they would be immediately destroyed and annihilated by the Power Gem, even if a powerful descendant like Star-Lord, who had the blood of the Celestials flowing in his body, he would only hold it for a few minutes at most.

"I'm sorry, sir. No one knows about the planet Womir. ”

There was an apology in Kirk's eyes, the universe is vast, and if it weren't for the planets that once had glorious civilizations or ancient ruins, they would basically be unknown.

Sean waved his hand, signaling that the child didn't have to mind, and when the time came, he would naturally be able to get the exact news from Gamora's mouth.

Presumably, the adopted daughter of Thanos, she didn't know the news that the Mad Titan was seriously injured.

"You're doing a great job, I'm satisfied."

Sean smiled and complimented.

When he came to the Land of Ignorance, he saw the immense value of this chaotic land.

When the earth uses the nine star fields as a springboard to rush into the universe, this place can be used as a bridgehead.

As for the Difan Group, if the timeline does not change, it may not be long before Ronan's fleet arrives to carry out large-scale destruction, and then it may be a good time.

Originally, Sean wanted to have a meeting with Tanlia Difan, but he didn't have anything to impress the collector - it was impossible for the Infinity Stones to hand it over.

The pattern of the universe has been formed, with the three major empires having the greatest right to speak, and below are the forces composed of small and medium-sized civilizations, as well as large monopoly groups, or private armed forces.

As a fledgling newcomer, it can be said that it is very difficult and almost impossible for Earth to be part of this feast and get a piece of the cake.

"But Thanos should be able to provide me with a chance."

When Kirk left, Sean sat alone in his seat, musing himself.

First of all, he has to prove his strength and have enough fame so that he can get the status he deserves.

In the age of the stars and the sea, the power of the individual may be small, but when a certain level is reached, this rule no longer applies.

"Then start here."

Sean shook his glass, a smile on his lips.

Sometimes, in the midst of chaos, order can be born.