I Am a Businessman Selling Jars

The rear garden was full of flowers, lush greenery, dense thicket. Clear ripples could be seen in the lucid lake surrounded by green mountains. Suddenly, Thanos frowned as he looked at the young man who looked akin to a fly, and who had an obscure face. Roco had traversed the Marvel world. Right now, he was standing in the rear garden with the bully who had annihilated half of the universe with just a snap of his fingers. At the moment when he and Thanos looked at each other, a cold and crisp system voice suddenly sounded in Roco’s ears. Roco pointed to the retreating Thanos and shouted. “Look, this guy just doesn’t get it. How much do you want me to sell it for? If you hadn’t protected m...