"Ah! For the sake of all of us being from Earth, please let our brothers go!"
Peter was trapped on the chair, and his short legs could not even touch the ground. He could only be pinched and rubbed by Daisy, and he reluctantly made a plea.
Daisy was a little hesitant when she saw how miserable he screamed. After all, a child of this age would only be in junior high school on earth.
"Keep going, don't stop, he's taking advantage of you." The sound of the death knell came.
"Um?"
The female Thor didn't realize where she was being taken advantage of.
Peter gained a breather under the violent attack and argued: "I didn't look at her breasts, nor her butt and legs. Predators don't touch the captain's women."
The female Thor blushed a little. Is she the captain's woman?
If it is the billionaire Mr. Wilson, it is not impossible to consider him. After all, he is immortal, age is not a problem, he is quite handsome, and he has accumulated a lot of experience in the superhero world.
"I have lived for almost a hundred years, and you call me brother. Doesn't it mean that First Officer Daisy wants to call you grandpa? How dare you say that you are not taking advantage of her?"
However, the death knell spoke again at this time, pointing directly to the crux of the problem.
The spacecraft passed by a snow-capped polar planet, and the pale reflection shone into the cab through the portholes. Peter shivered as if he also felt the cold.
He controlled his rusty neck and slowly raised his head, looked at Daisy, who had an unkind face and clenched her fists, and forced a smile:
"Sister, can we calculate our seniority alone?"
"Daisy, this kid spied on you with a thief's eye, took advantage of you, and called you 'big'." Deathstroke didn't even look back, but what he said made things worse.
"Haha! What a damn brat!"
After hearing Deathstroke's explanation, the female Thor felt no pity anymore. She grabbed Peter's ears and spun them around wildly, and even afterimages appeared on her wrists.
.....................................
A few minutes later, the ravaged Peter's quills exploded, and he leaned on the chair in a daze like a ruined flower, with crystal liquid flowing down from the corners of his mouth.
Both of his ears were shiny red and swollen, making him look like some kind of alien.
Originally, the female Thor just pinched one of his ears, but he insisted on changing his story to say that Daisy was not old at all, despite being a mean-mouthed person. So because of "liing to his face", the big sister taught him how to use the other ear.
Su Ming parked the spacecraft next to an asteroid belt, turned around and looked at Peter funny:
"Don't look like you haven't paid me after you've been played. Boy, come out with me and you'll make a lot of money."
Peter was about to cry but had no tears. He had done nothing but said a few words and was abused. The mad woman was stronger than Yondu, and he was as helpless as a grass.
Is this called making a lot of money?
He cast a resentful look and said nothing. He just gently wanted to raise his hand to touch his ear, but as soon as he touched it, he grinned and took a breath.
"Let me ask you, how many people are there on Yondu's ship? Where do you rank roughly?"
The clever Peter put his ear against the porthole, where it was slightly cooler and the burning pain was much lessened. He opened his mouth and said, "I am Yondu's adopted son, and of course I am the second in line on the ship."
In fact, he was the second to last one. The thin man in charge of cleaning was the thin man, and the accountant was the second to last one. Neither of them had much fighting ability.
After all, looters make a living as mercenaries, and they occasionally appear as tomb robbers or pirates. They are all ruthless characters with powerful energy, and their combat power means their right to speak.
"Daisy, his memory is confused, help him recall it." Su Ming sneered and called out the name of the God of Thunder.
"No! No! I don't want little sister to help me remember." Peter immediately covered his head, raised his knees, and curled up on the chair: "There are three hundred and thirty-three people on the ship, and my status is ranked last.
two."
Su Ming then took out a bottle of drink from his pocket and threw it to Peter: "Just answer whatever I ask you, and stop playing tricks on me. Seeing as you entered the universe at such a young age, you probably want to make a career on your own, right?
"
After all, the boy has lived on earth, so he naturally knows what the drink is, and to be honest, he hasn't had a drink for many years.
Even Contracia, whose boss is suspected to be human, does not supply carbonated drinks. After all, the main customers there are predators. What they want is to get drunk and get themselves knocked down as quickly as possible with the least amount of money. Who spends money on drinks such as this?
What makes you want to run to the toilet the more you drink?
But carbonated drinks, if you are addicted to them, will make you feel uncomfortable if you don't drink them for a day. Even if you are not addicted, they are still very tempting to the children of the earth.
After skillfully opening the cap of the bottle and pouring it into his mouth, Peter immediately felt much better and his ears didn't hurt much.
He nodded and made a grunting sound: "Well, well, I want to make my own way. My family... well, it's just a coincidence that I got on Yondu's ship."
"I don't care what your relationship is with Yondu, and I don't care where you come from as a human being." Su Ming waved his hands, as if he didn't care: "Just think about it, there are so many people on Yondu's ship, and you are a weak scumbag.
When will this scumbag get his day? There are more than three hundred people, and they are all ahead of you. Maybe by the time you show your personality, your hair and beard will turn gray."
"Hmm." This is what Peter has been thinking about. If it hadn't been for today, his original plan was to steal a small spaceship in a few days and then escape to work alone.
Su Ming saw his expression. After all, without wearing a mask, even Batman would not be able to completely hide his thoughts in front of Deathstroke. He continued: "But now that you are on my ship, the situation is different. Even if you add
With you, there are only three of us. Didn’t we rank much earlier?”
Peter tilted his head, as if, it seemed, right.
"Then shall I be promoted to second officer?" He blinked, with an excited look on his face, as if he planned to celebrate after receiving recognition.
"Second mate? No, no, no, with your special talents, being the second mate would be a waste. Guess?"
Peter's smile gradually became abnormal, and the soda bottle in his hand trembled: "Is that the first mate?"
"No, it's still a waste of talent." Deathstroke shook his head again.
"Hey, so you're going to give up the captain's position to me? This, how can you be so embarrassed, hehe..." He quickly loosened his seat belt and walked towards Deathstroke, intending to take over the driver's seat.
As a result, he was caught by Daisy again, and his ears were poisoned again...
A few minutes later, when he returned to his seat with a look of grievance and tears still in his eyes, he was still muttering: "I'm not the second mate or the captain, so what position is suitable for me?"
After Deathstroke's threats and inducements, he had already acquiesced to the fact that he had joined the gang, and now he was struggling with the issue of status.
Deathstroke blinked at Daisy, and they looked at each other and smiled. He pointed at himself with his finger: "Captain Deathstroke."
"Yeah." Peter nodded.
Su Ming pointed to the female Thor again: "First mate Daisy."
"Yeah." The boy admitted, he couldn't beat him.
Then the finger pointed at the boy, but there was no movement for a long time.
"Peter, my name is Peter." He quickly announced his name, looking forward to it eagerly.
Deathstroke pretended to understand, tapping his finger up and down: "Very good, Peter, from now on, you will be the third in command in our team, Peter...gigolo!"
"...Gigolo?"
The poor boy suddenly fell to the ground, as if all his energy and energy were gone, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling.
Whose fleet’s third-in-command is a gigolo?! This kind of profession shouldn’t go into space, right?! Is there really a team of gay predators who like to watch gigolos?!
There are so many flaws that he can't even spit out.