"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 Skye handled the cash and ingredients.
The Upper East Side of Manhattan is arguably the area where New York's wealthiest people live; the Stark Tower that Finney had previously looked at is also located there.
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 broadly at Finney, who was expertly making chicken wraps, trying to ingratiate himself.
"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, she 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 she would only give her one-tenth, she 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 her clothes, and walked over to Skye, ready to tease her again.
Just then, two people suddenly entered the store. Just as she turned around to say that they were closed, Finney's eyes suddenly narrowed, and her 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 him with reassurance, Skye's hands trembled slightly as he 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; otherwise, they wouldn't have thought of robbing people in this place—breaking the rules.
Losing a day's revenue wasn't too much of a concern for Finney, and besides, he wasn't entirely confident he could subdue them with a gun.
But things rarely go as planned.
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, giving him a stern reprimand and ordering him to prepare to leave.
"Hehe, okay!"
The man let out a strange laugh and walked towards Skye's location, clearly with ill intentions.
Finney took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening. These two could have just honestly robbed him of some money, but they insisted on courting death. While he didn't want to be exposed, he couldn't bear to see his loved ones harmed.
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 Yi Ran, the 'Golden Great 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!"
This thought flashed through Finney's mind instantly, followed by…
"We can't let him pull out his gun."
The two were about three meters apart. The robber beside him, though lying on the ground, wasn't completely subdued. Using the 'Golden Great Evolution Technique' to prevent him from drawing his gun might be met with strong resistance, and it might fail.
If he fired first, at such close range, even though it was the first time, the chance of hitting was very high.
In a split second, Finney made a decision. To ensure safety, he unconsciously used his most familiar skill at the same time as firing.
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—a truly remarkable feat.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out. To Finney's surprise, he missed even at such close range. He aimed for the robber's thigh, but the bullet grazed past his pants.
Fortunately, the gunshot startled the robber. After the chicken nugget roll fell to the ground, he didn't dare to reach for his gun again.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot,"
Finney said threateningly. Perhaps because of the previous shot, the robber was somewhat frightened and stood still.
Then, Finney quickly looked at the robber who had fallen to the ground and kicked him in the stomach to prevent him from getting up before shouting to Skye,
"Skye, call the police!"
Everything happened so fast that the two robbers were subdued in the blink of an eye. Skye stared blankly at everything, not yet understanding what was happening.
It wasn't until Finney called that she reacted and took out her phone to call the police.
"Big brother, big brother, we were wrong, please don't call the police!"
Hearing that Finney was going to call the police, the robber panicked and quickly begged for mercy. Finney, who was about to ignore him, suddenly stopped when he saw the chicken nugget roll on the ground.
"Skye, wait a minute."
Skye, who had already dialed the number and was about to call, hesitated, but after glancing at Finney who was frowning in thought, she obediently put down her phone.
Seeing that Finney had actually agreed, both of them were a little surprised, but immediately put on grateful expressions: "Thank you, thank you!"
Finney was now deeply regretting that she had unconsciously smeared the other person's face with the Violet Chicken Wrap; if the police came, it would be troublesome to check the store's surveillance footage.
As for silencing her, Finney hadn't even considered it; that would be easier to leave it to the police station.
Hopefully, someone will offer some support!
(End of Chapter)