"Same old rules, maximum three per person."
After giving the usual greeting, Finney started operating. Skye, no longer concerned with the events on campus, took over the food preparation, while Finney handled the cash and ingredients.
The Upper East Side of Manhattan is arguably the home of New York's wealthiest people, and the Stark Tower that Finney had previously looked at was located in this area.
Therefore, even though he had sold each of his chicken wraps for a staggering ten dollars, customers didn't even flinch, and many even wanted to buy more.
"Hey, Finney, we've known each other for so long, give me a couple more, okay?"
A man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, smiled and tried to ingratiate himself with Finney, who was skillfully making chicken wraps.
"Mr. Wright, you're a big boss, so you understand integrity best."
Finney shrugged helplessly, then continued, "Besides, you see, there's only so much food. If I give you the first taste, others will definitely make demands, and in the end, many people won't be able to buy any. What if they get angry and smash up my little shop? Then you'll never be able to eat here again."
"Okay, okay, three it is."
Seeing the angry glares from the people queuing behind him, the man named Wright smiled awkwardly, quickly paid, and went to the side. He found a place to sit down, took a bite of the fragrant fried chicken wrap, and showed a blissful expression. Anyone who didn't know better would probably think that Finney was actually selling fried chicken wraps.
It wasn't until it was completely dark that Finney finally sent all the customers away.
After re-hanging the "Open Irregularly" sign at the entrance, Finney returned to the shop to pack up. Seeing Skye still happily counting her money, he couldn't help but chuckle and remind her, "Don't be too happy yet, you can only take one-tenth of this."
Skye's smile froze instantly. Turning her head, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression, wiping away imaginary tears, and said to Finney in a cloying voice, "I'm your sister! I've worked so hard for you, how can you bear to only let me take one-tenth?!"
"Then one-twentieth?"
Finney feigned ignorance.
"Hmph!"
Skye's expression instantly returned to normal. She glared at Finney fiercely, then continued happily counting the money.
Although Finney always said he would only give her one-tenth, he never hesitated to give her money when she needed it, so it was practically the same as all the money being hers.
Seeing this, Finney just smiled, cleaned up the trash, changed his clothes, and walked over to Skye, ready to tease her again.
Just then, two people suddenly entered the store. Just as he turned around to say that they were closed, Finney's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his heart tightened involuntarily.
"Don't move, give me the money."
Skye, who was counting the money, stared blankly at the scene. After living for so many years, this was the first time she had been held at gunpoint so close. She felt a little flustered and quickly looked at Finney, only to find that he gave her a reassuring look.
Finney hadn't expected this. This was the Upper East Side, a haven for the wealthy and business elites, a place rife with intricate gang factions. The petty thugs generally knew the rules and wouldn't cause trouble here.
Skilled assassins wouldn't bother with a small shop like this, especially since its location wasn't prime, its opening hours were irregular, and it didn't pose a competitive threat.
Therefore, this was the first time in two years that he'd encountered a robbery—or rather, a disturbance—coming to his shop.
Finney raised his hands, not making any rash moves, and stealthily moved forward while saying to the two masked robbers, "The money's all here. Please don't hurt us."
"You, put the money away for me," one of the robbers said menacingly to Skye, then pointed his gun at Finney, saying fiercely, "Don't move, don't try anything funny."
Seeing Finney nod and look at her with reassurance, Skye's hands trembled slightly as she found a backpack and began stuffing money into it.
"Hurry up!"
The other robber urged impatiently.
Looking at the two men, Finney frowned in thought. If it were just him, he should be able to subdue them, but with Skye by his side, he didn't want to take the risk.
Finney could tell that these two were just street thugs, and it was questionable whether they even belonged to a gang.
One of the robbers, who was keeping watch at the door, for some reason, turned around and, looking at Skye, said in a somewhat lewd manner, "Hey bro, this chick's pretty!"
Skye's face paled slightly, making Finney's frown deepen.
"Shut up, get the money, let's go!"
The robber pointing the gun at Finney clearly didn't want any more trouble.
"Hehe, okay!"
The man let out a strange laugh and walked towards Skye's location.
Finney took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening.
In eight years, he had improved far more than just his chicken nugget wraps every day.
"Now, look back."
As the man prepared to walk past Finney, the Golden Grand Evolution Technique activated, forcing the two robbers to turn their heads.
Swift as the wind.
The instant they turned, Finney instantly charged towards the robber with the gun.
Using some fighting techniques he had learned online, he snatched the gun from the robber's hand and knocked him to the ground.
But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, when he turned to look at the other robber, he noticed his hand unconsciously reaching towards his chest.
"He has a gun too!"
Three steaming hot Violet Chicken Nuggets instantly appeared, smearing them onto the robber's face as he prepared to draw his gun.
In the heat of the moment, the Violet Chicken Nuggets had even broken through, now able to summon three at once.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out.
"Skye, call the police!"
Everything happened so fast that the two robbers were subdued in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't until Finney called that she reacted and took out her phone to call the police.
(End of Chapter)