Sun

"W-w-w-w-what is it doing here?" Nietzsche stared hard at Dream.

The queasy and dream-like feeling it gave him let him know that the painting in front of him was genuine!

But should it not be in that merchant Robert's villa?

Everything that Angelina had said was coming true. It was slowly becoming a huge disaster, and the entire villa was becoming a perilous land.

However, why did it suddenly appear in a small convenience store and become a piece of merchandise?

"Who… are you exactly?"

No matter how stupid he was, Nietzsche knew this black-hearted, profiteering boss was not an ordinary human.

"Me? I'm just the boss of an ordinary convenience store!" Fang Yuan smiled and spread his hands. "How about it? I only want ten gold punks for this authentic painting of Vincent's. It's an unbelievably low price!"