"Hmm…"
"Perhaps, I can take Star-Lord back for a thorough examination and study."
Speaking of which, Michael has yet to truly see a living God.
And since Star-Lord inherited Ego the Living Planet's bloodline, he naturally piqued Michael's curiosity… In fact, Michael was very curious about… God.
One must know that humans are carbon-based life forms, but Ego is not… that guy is a Planet! From a species combination perspective, it's impossible for a human and a Planet to produce a child, just as carbon-based humans and silicon-based Transformers cannot produce a carbon-silicon hybrid.
Michael was still very curious how Ego managed to fertilize and develop a carbon-based human egg. Could it be that he used energy to energize the Planet-based genes, then energized the human egg, and then combined the two to form a carbon-Planet-based humanoid creature? Yes! You didn't misread! It's… a carbon-Planet-based humanoid creature! Michael has never considered Star-Lord to be human.
A carbon-based life form that hasn't cultivated or evolved, yet can hold the Power Stone without dying? One must know that in the original plot, the unrestrained, kidney-deficient, dancing gentleman Star-Lord was capable of toying with the Power Stone bare-handed without dying.
Such a humanoid creature can only be a humanoid creature; how could it still be considered a human? Of course, there are too many strange things in the Universe, even highly intelligent raccoons who can shoot guns.
Michael, however, did not… disregard these.
Michael was merely very curious how a Planet and a human combined.
That's all. This time, however, Michael did not directly abduct him; instead, he prepared to make personal contact… "Hey!"
"Is anyone home?"
"My car ran out of gas; could you help me borrow some?"
With a blink, Michael arrived near Star-Lord's house, materialized a vintage car from that era, and drove it to the gate of Star-Lord's yard.
The vintage car, with its fuel calculated precisely, conveniently broke down right in front of Star-Lord's yard gate.
Michael pretended to inspect it, then helplessly approached Star-Lord's yard gate and shouted into the house… "Are you in some trouble?"
Hearing Michael's shout, the people inside the house showed no reaction, but Star-Lord and his playmates in the yard excitedly ran out.
It must be said that the woman Ego chose was also from a wealthy family; their house and yard in town were clearly luxurious and large. Moreover, Star-Lord's playmates clearly had no blood relation to him.
Don't think that discrimination doesn't exist in the United States; on the contrary, discrimination is rampant there.
Ego's unmarried mother with a child, yet so many playmates playing together—Michael didn't believe that the families of these… playmates were all very friendly… "Are your adults home?"
"My car ran out of gas."
"The nearest gas station is too far."
"May I borrow some gas?"
Although he thought this, Michael still greeted these… children with a kind smile.
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Chapter 378: Old Quill
"Mommy!"
"There's an older brother at the door; he seems to be in trouble."
Listen! How well-spoken this child is! Seeing Star-Lord shouting and running across the yard towards the house, Michael's face almost broke into a wide smile. Sure enough, he was still very young! What Little Nina called him, 'uncle,' was truly not cute at all! Compared to Star-Lord, Magneto's daughter, Little Nina, suddenly became less cute and adorable in Michael's heart. It must be said that Star-Lord's future achievement as an 'interstellar stud' was already very evident when he was young… "Is someone in trouble?"
"I'll go see."
A moment later, while Michael was chatting idly with Star-Lord's other playmates, Star-Lord did not come out with his mother. Instead, a slightly burly middle-aged man strode over.
That's right, Star-Lord's mother already had a tumor in her brain and shouldn't be running around.
Michael looked at his face, which bore some resemblance to Star-Lord's; he should be Star-Lord's maternal grandfather. "Oh."
"So it's a young man."
"I'm this little guy's grandfather; you can just call me Old Quill."
"Little Peter said your car ran into trouble."
Michael was not mistaken; this was indeed… Star-Lord Peter Quill's maternal grandfather.
It must be said that Ego was a very irresponsible 'Planet'; someone bore him a child, yet Ego didn't even leave a surname, so Star-Lord could only take his grandfather's family name.
"Oh."
"Yes, Old Quill."
"This damn car."
"I didn't even notice that its fuel gauge was broken."
"I thought it still had gas, but it really didn't."
"Look, it's right there, completely out of gas, completely stalled!"
"This damn car, I swear I'm going to replace it when I get back!"
Seeing the clear hint of vigilance in Old Quill's expression, Michael shrugged, opened his body, and revealed the old antique car behind him, which was emitting faint, barely noticeable black smoke.
Free America, gunshots every day! This saying isn't just talk. For Michael, who was clearly not from around here and was a Chinese person often discriminated against in America, Old Quill couldn't guarantee that Michael wouldn't cause them any harm, even if Michael appeared harmless on the surface...
"Let me take a look."
"Wow!"
"Unbelievable!"
"You even own a classic car like this!"
"You know, this is already a discontinued model!"
"You don't keep it at home for collection, you actually drive it out!"
"You really don't know how to cherish things!"
It was clear that Old Quill was a car enthusiast. Seeing Michael drive a classic car, which should have been collected and displayed no matter where it was, out on the road, burning all its fuel, and even emitting a wisp of black smoke, his heartache was self-evident.
However, hearing Old Quill's words, which inadvertently contained a hint of blame, Michael not only wasn't angry but actually laughed.
"Hey."
"I was just trying to drive this classic car to the East Coast to sell it."
"There are more rich people there, and I wanted to sell it for a good price and then get a new car."
"Who knew this damn thing had a broken fuel gauge!"
"I should have hired a tow truck."
"Now that the engine is damaged, its value will be greatly discounted!"
"I'm going to lose a fortune!"
"This damn fuel gauge!"
Michael put on a vexed expression, his tone full of resentment... But! After hearing Michael's words, Old Quill's heart immediately began to pound faster.
Michael wanted to sell this classic car! Old Quill loved classic cars! And Old Quill was also very rich!
"You really want to sell it?"
Old Quill roughly inspected the classic car and found that it was very well maintained. Besides running out of gas and having a slightly damaged engine, it was simply perfect, practically a beautiful woman!
"Of course!"
"Girls nowadays don't like these classic cars."
"Driving this car out, I can't find any Miss Sisters to have fun with anymore."
Michael shrugged, not only confirming he would sell it but also shamelessly stating the reason for selling the car.
However, these Americans, who liked to be unconventional, were very fond of Michael's words.
At least, Old Quill had already regarded Michael as a person with personality and worth befriending.
"How about..."
"You sell it to me?"
Old Quill patted the hood of the classic car and asked Michael with a smile.
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