Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Peter Quill walked into Nathan Hawke's office and saw him sitting at the table, looking at them calmly. He deliberately straightened his chest and smiled confidently, as if he was ready to show his masculine charm.

"Mr. Nathan Hawke, we finally meet." Peter Quill said with a hint of provocation and confidence in his tone.

Nathan Hawke smiled and nodded: "Yes, Peter Quill. I have heard of you and your team. You are quite famous in the galaxy."

Peter Quill raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Oh? It seems that we are really famous. However, I didn't come here to chat today. I heard that you forcibly pulled my lovely teammates out of Ronan's spaceship by unknown means. This makes me a little unhappy."

Nathan Hawke looked at Peter Quill calmly: "I just make sure you are safe. After all, it is a dangerous place."

Peter Quill smiled disdainfully: "Hey, Nathan, I'm Star-Lord, I never need anyone's protection. Do you dare to have a real man's duel, one on one?"

Gamora showed a trace of worry on the side, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Peter Quill. He turned his head, gave Gamora a confident wink, and said in a greasy tone: "Don't worry, dear, I will prove that I am a real man."

Gamora was so angry that she was about to kick Peter Quill's relatives.

Rocket Raccoon and Drax looked at each other, looking somewhat helpless, while Groot watched all this with curiosity.

Nathan Hawke nodded slightly and motioned for Peter Quill to follow: "Okay, Peter Quill, I accept your challenge. Let's go to a suitable place to solve this problem."

Peter Quill nodded with satisfaction, then looked at his teammates, especially Gamora, hoping to show his bravery and charm in front of her.

Then he showed a confident smile: "Watch me, I will show you the real charm of a man."

Nathan Hawke led Peter Quill to the elevator on the side. The elevator door slowly closed and the two took the elevator up, heading for the rooftop of the building.

After the elevator reached the top floor, Nathan Hawke took Peter Quill to a spacious rooftop, with a breeze blowing and a panoramic view of the city of Xandar in the distance. The rooftop was surrounded by guardrails, but there was enough space in the center for a one-on-one duel between the two.

Nathan Hawke stood in the middle of the rooftop, looking at Peter Quill calmly: "Okay, Peter Quill, there are no spectators here, only the two of us. You can show your so-called masculine charm."

Peter Quill walked forward confidently, posing in a fighting stance, with a provocative smile on his face: "Get ready, I'm going to show you what a real man is!"

Nathan Hawke stood in the middle of the rooftop, looking at Peter Quill in a fighting stance in front of him, and smiled slightly: "Peter, I want to tell you something. I am actually from Earth."

When Peter Quill heard this, a trace of confusion appeared on his face: "Wait, didn't we agree on a one-on-one battle between real men? Why are you suddenly talking about where you're from?"

Peter Quill was stunned for a moment, then suddenly made an exaggerated expression, crossed his arms, and took a few steps back: "I like women, especially women with great figures! Although I am charming, you can't do that!"

Nathan Hawke was amused by Peter Quill's showy expression and words, and couldn't help laughing: "You are such a joke, that's enough."

Peter Quill continued to back away, waving his hands and shaking his head: "No, no, no, I don't want to be misunderstood. I'm not interested in someone like you!"

Nathan Hawke smiled, then stretched out a hand, and his telekinesis quickly took effect. With a light wave, Peter Quill's forehead was instantly pushed to the railing of the rooftop by an invisible force.

"Bang!" Peter Quill's forehead hit the railing with a dull sound, and then a small bean bag quickly appeared on his forehead.

Peter Quill covered his forehead with a painful and puzzled expression on his face: "Ouch! What's that? Don't hit people in the face!"

Nathan Hawke smiled even more heartily, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes: "This is telekinesis, Peter. Do you still want to continue the real man vs. man battle?"

Peter Quill rubbed his forehead and muttered, "I thought you were going to fight me, but I didn't expect you to use this trick." He shook his head and then returned to his showy smile: "However, I still think women are more attractive, especially those hot beauties."

Then Peter Quill rubbed his forehead, still maintaining his showy smile: "Oh, by the way, I'm from Missouri. Although I also forgot how to get to Missouri, but at least it sounds cool, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned. The name Earth seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it at all for a while.

Nathan Hawke looked at Peter Quill's expression, smiled and said, "Missouri is on Earth."

Peter Quill's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Nathan Hawke with a look of surprise and sudden enlightenment on his face: "What did you say? Missouri is on Earth?"

Nathan Hawke nodded and confirmed with a smile: "That's right, Peter. You are from Earth. We are from the same planet."

Peter Quill's eyes flashed with surprise and disbelief, and the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land surged in his heart. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Then, he slowly said, "Can I listen to some more songs from Earth?"

......

Some time later, the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy looked puzzled as they saw Peter Quill had a noticeable bump on his forehead but a happy expression on his face.

Drax frowned and asked directly: "What's wrong with your head? And why do you look so happy?" Drax seriously suspected that Peter Quill did not solve his own problems, but Drax forgot that he actually wanted to solve it himself at the beginning.

Rocket Raccoon came over with a curious look on his face and looked at Peter Quill's forehead carefully: "Wow, what's with this bag? Did you fight with anyone?" He didn't mention Nathan Hawke at all, but every word was about Nathan Hawke.

Groot also nodded and agreed: "I am Groot."

Peter Quill patted his chest and put on a confident look: "It's okay, guys, I've solved it."

Gamora raised an eyebrow, obviously dissatisfied with his answer: "Solved? Then why do you have such a big lump?"

Peter Quill shrugged and said casually: "Oh, it was just a little accident, no big deal."

Drax was still puzzled: "How did you solve it?"

Peter Quill looked at Drax with a peculiar smile on his face: "I solved the problem with my charm, wisdom, and, of course, my superhuman skills." As he spoke, he deliberately struck a few poses that he thought looked handsome.

Rocket Raccoon couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Can't you just answer the question properly?"

Peter Quill smiled and patted Rocket Raccoon on the shoulder: "Don't worry, little bear, everything is under control."

Gamora looked at his confident look and shook her head helplessly: "You are such a weird guy, but as long as the problem is solved, it's fine."

Peter Quill's eyes involuntarily fell on Gamora, and a trace of admiration and fascination flashed in his eyes. Gamora's charm is undoubtedly unparalleled. Her green skin shimmers in the sun, which makes her look mysterious and beautiful. Her face has clear lines, delicate features, and her eyes reveal a firm and calm temperament.

Gamora's figure is even more impossible to ignore. She is tall and well-proportioned, with smooth and graceful muscle lines, showing her strong strength as a warrior. She wears a tight combat suit that outlines her perfect curves, slender waist, and powerful and dynamic hips and legs. Every movement is elegant and powerful, as if it is a perfect combination of nature and combat.

Peter Quill's eyes slid from her face to her legs, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "Wow, Gamora is so beautiful, not only in appearance, but also in temperament."

He secretly admired in his heart: "She is not only a beautiful woman, but also a strong and calm warrior. Her eyes, her figure, her temperament, are simply flawless." Peter Quill's eyes couldn't help but become more gentle. He knew that his feelings for Gamora were not just admiration, but also a deep fascination.

Then, Peter Quill turned into a dog and said to the charming Gamora: "Yes, everything is done. Now we can continue our adventure."

......

In the meeting hall of the military headquarters of the Nova Corps on Xandar.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn. Queen Adora sat at the head of the conference table, wearing a gorgeous robe and looking dignified and majestic. She spent most of her time listening, her eyes calmly scanning everyone present.

On the other side of the conference table, Roman Day was giving a detailed report. He was wearing a Nova Corps uniform, looking serious, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Your Majesty," Roman Dai began, "Regarding the detention of Ronan the Accuser, we have currently taken the most stringent precautions. After the turmoil in Klin Prison, the military has detained Ronan in another prison with the highest security level. The prison is surrounded by elite warriors of the Nova Corps to ensure that any possible escape is impossible."

Queen Adora nodded slightly, signaling Roman Day to continue.

"In addition," Roman Day continued, "we have installed the latest monitoring equipment to monitor Ronan's every move 24 hours a day. Any abnormalities will be reported immediately. Our scientists are also studying how to further limit his abilities to ensure that he can no longer use any superpowers or weapons."

The other officers in the meeting room were listening carefully, some were taking notes, and some were thinking about countermeasures. Roman Day paused and continued, "Although we have taken the most stringent measures, the threat from Ronan still exists. His followers may try to rescue him, and we must remain highly vigilant. For this reason, I suggest strengthening the defenses around the prison and sending a reconnaissance team to monitor possible movements of hostile forces."

Queen Adora frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Roman, your suggestion is very reasonable. We cannot underestimate the danger of Ronan. We need to ensure that he is imprisoned without fail."

Roman Dai nodded solemnly. "Yes, Your Majesty. We also need to consider how to handle Ronan's trial and sentencing. This is not just a legal issue, but also a declaration of justice for Xandar and the entire galaxy. We must conduct the trial openly and transparently so that everyone can see our firm determination for justice."

Queen Adora looked at Roman Day with a firmness in her eyes: "You are right, Roman. We must handle this matter fairly and show the galaxy the justice and strength of Xandar. Arrange a public trial so that people all over the galaxy can see our determination and actions."

Roman Dai nodded seriously. "Understood, Your Majesty. I will immediately arrange the relevant matters to ensure the fairness and transparency of the trial."

Queen Adora took a deep breath and looked around the conference room with a determined look: "Everyone, although Ronan's threat has not been completely eliminated, we have taken a crucial step. Next, we must continue to remain vigilant to ensure the safety and stability of Xandar."

The officers in the conference room responded in unison, and the atmosphere became more solemn and resolute.

"The meeting is over now. Everyone should do their respective duties and do their own work well." Queen Adora said, with unquestionable majesty in her voice.

......

In a remote corner of the universe, in a dark star field, the huge space fortress "Temple" is suspended in the endless void. Inside the fortress, the lights are dim and filled with a cold metallic atmosphere. This is one of the most terrifying places in the universe, the territory of Thanos.

Thanos, as tall as a giant, sat on his obsidian throne. His purple skin looked even more sinister in the dim light. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and he was staring at the holographic screen in front of him.

On the screen, a servant respectfully reported the latest intelligence: "Dear Lord Thanos, the latest news is that Ronan was successfully captured by the Nova Corps of Xandar and is being held in their highest security prison."

There was no change in Thanos's expression. He slowly clenched his fists, and the gems inlaid on his gloves flashed a strange light. Although Ronan was arrogant, his ambition and ability had always been part of Thanos' plan. Now that Ronan was imprisoned, it meant that Thanos' plan had been hindered to a certain extent.

"The Nova Corps of Xandar..." Thanos's deep voice echoed in the darkness, carrying a cold murderous intent. His eyes were like ice knives, as if they were about to penetrate the screen.

The servant continued cautiously, "Sir, do we need to take action? Ronan has some knowledge of your plans, and we are worried that he may leak important information."

Thanos slowly stood up, his figure looked particularly tall and majestic in the darkness. He looked around, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he said coldly: "Ronan is just a pawn, his failure will not affect my plan. But the Nova Corps on Xandar... they will pay the price for this eventually."

The servant bowed his head and replied, "Yes, sir. We will be on standby at all times and await your instructions."

Thanos turned around and walked towards the observation room deep in the fortress. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step carried endless pressure. He knew that there would be many obstacles on the road ahead, but he would not be shaken.

In the observation room, Thanos stood in front of the huge observation window, looking down at the endless universe. With his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed with determination. He knew that the fate of the universe was in his hands, and he would achieve his ultimate goal at all costs.

"Xandar, Nova Corps, you are only temporary winners. The final outcome has already been determined." Thanos whispered, his voice filled with endless majesty and coldness.

His eyes penetrated the dark universe, as if he saw everything in the future. In that future picture, the universe will usher in a new order under his control. And Ronan's failure is just a small episode in this great plan.

The corners of Thanos' mouth slightly lifted up, revealing a cold smile. He knew that the real battle had just begun, and he would be the final winner.