"The Collector, Taneleer Tivan?"
Yang Bo looked at the man before him with his shock of upright white hair.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Despite his polite words, his behavior was anything but courteous. He pulled over a chair and sat down right in front of the Collector.
The surroundings were so cluttered and cramped that Yang Bo felt deeply uncomfortable. He wanted to step in and reorganize the place himself.
Cold sweat ran down the Collector Taneleer Tivan's forehead. He took out a handkerchief to wipe it away, then emerged from behind the counter with a smile.
"No, not at all..."
Yang Bo waved a hand. "Don't be nervous. I'm just here to discuss a business deal."
Don't be nervous? You fucking brought two Purple Potatoes here. How could I not be nervous?
Tivan had lived a long time, and as an avid collector, he naturally knew plenty of secrets unknown to most. His personal strength and influence were considerable, but only compared to ordinary people or smaller factions.
If he had to face Thanos with four Infinity Stones, he might as well start considering which spot in Knowhere had the best feng shui for his death.
And it wasn't just the two Thanoses. There was also a man who looked like an ordinary Terran, yet was clearly the one in charge.
"You want to buy the Infinity Stones? Quite an appetite you've got, Tivan. But he's holding the stones now, so you can discuss it with him. I'll have a look around first. I really like your collection."
Rising from his chair, Yang Bo walked toward a nearby display case and casually pointed at the red-skinned woman kneeling on the floor. She wore a short leather skirt and had her hair in twin ponytails.
"You, come over