Chapter 149: Mamma Mia

" Care for a smoke? I'm not much of a drinker but this I can offer after our agreement.

You see Lord you might be able to fly, but I assure you this will take you places the clouds would envy." Drax started to laugh before violently coughing.

Seen within his hand was a  wooden pipe that ends had a continuous white puff of smoke escaping. This was the source of the stench which hung over the room.

Looking at his state Benzalo plainly refused while he made his way to the opening in the tent,

" I don't care for such things and my advice, keep a clear head else my next visit will not be so festive." Soon within the next blink of Drax's eye, Benzalo had disappeared.

" Hmmm, Your loss." He uttered before reclining in a chair with his foot on a small desk that rocked as it seemingly squeaked out in agony under the burdensome weight.

He then pressed a silver button on the side of the communicator that was in his ears.