So, if you could settle things with your fists, there was no need to waste words.
Against someone like Carson, Feeney had no reason to use his newly acquired “Evil Ghost Entanglement.” He did not even want to use the “Golden Great Evolution Technique.” Taking advantage of striking first, combined with the decisive movements he had honed through years of training, he quickly overwhelmed Carson.
After just a few moves, Carson was lying on the ground, while his friends were still standing nearby in a daze, unable to react.
This time, Carson had successfully used his exceptional talent for provoking others to turn the school’s rumors into reality.
Feeney just had no idea what version of the story would be spread around this time.
Feeney looked at the remaining few people.
After thinking for a moment, he decided not to attack them and instead advised, “I’ve trained in combat techniques. Think carefully before you make a move. Otherwise, you’ll be responsible for the consequences. Even if I end up going down, I guarantee that at least one of you will end up in worse shape than me.”
Before Carson had been beaten down, saying something like this would undoubtedly have been taken as mockery.
But now Carson was lying on the ground, groaning miserably and looking utterly pathetic.
As a result, Feeney’s words suddenly carried considerable weight.
The others looked at each other, exchanging awkward glances.
Young people might be hot-blooded, but they were not idiots.
Although they were on good terms with Carson, the skill Feeney had just displayed was enough to make them hesitate.
Feeney could tell that they wanted to back down but were simply too embarrassed—or perhaps did not know who should be the first to do so.
So he said, “I think it would be better if you took him to the infirmary first.”
His words gave them a perfect excuse to retreat.
The group exchanged a tacit glance, then began supporting the unconscious Carson as they headed toward the infirmary.
Watching them leave, Feeney secretly curled his lips.
He called a car and headed to Skye’s little shop.
There would be more and more things to deal with from now on.
Perhaps he would have fewer opportunities to come to the shop and make fried chicken wraps in the future.
Slipping into the shop through the back door, Feeney discovered that Skye was indeed sitting on the comfortable sofa, rapidly typing something on her computer.
She had not noticed his arrival at all.
Feeney quietly approached from behind.
On the computer screen, countless lines of code were flashing rapidly.
From the looks of it, she was attacking some website.
For someone like Skye, who called herself a hacker, this was practically an everyday occurrence.
Before long, the attack ended.
Skye let out a long breath and comfortably stretched herself, her graceful figure forming a beautiful curve.
Feeney could not help giving a light cough.
Skye was startled so badly that she nearly threw her laptop away.
“When did you get here?”
At that moment, Skye looked like a little cat with its fur standing on end, glaring fiercely at Feeney.
“I got here a long time ago. You were so focused that I didn’t want to disturb you. Hurry up and get ready. We’re about to open.”
Feeney completely ignored the lethal power of Skye’s glare and urged her to get up and prepare.
“Hmph. I’m your older sister, you know. Stop acting like you’re older than me all the time.”
Skye unhappily got up and began tidying things.
Although Feeney was only fifteen years old now, everyone who had spent any time around him would never treat him like a child.
Watching Skye busy herself, Feeney thought for a moment before finally saying, “Skye, after graduation, I might have some things to take care of, so I probably won’t be coming here as often.”
“Have you decided which university you’re going to?”
Skye did not think much of it and asked casually.
“Probably Columbia University.”
“Huh? Isn’t that still in New York?”
Skye turned around in confusion.
When she noticed the troubled expression on Feeney’s face, she realized that something was wrong.
“What’s going on?”
“Although it’s still in New York, I probably won’t be coming here to sell fried chicken wraps very often anymore.”
Feeney decided to make things clear.
The main reason was that he knew Skye’s real interest was computers rather than selling fried chicken wraps.
This shop was simply a little nest for the two of them, which was precisely why it was so precious.
In the past, Skye would definitely have pressed him for every detail.
But ever since she learned about Feeney’s unusual abilities, she had realized that this younger brother of hers was far more mysterious than she had imagined.
“Then do we need to sell the place?”
Skye asked reluctantly.
When the shop had first opened, she had run it entirely by herself.
Business had been so poor that she had almost gone bankrupt.
It was only because Feeney could not bear to watch her struggle that he came to help.
Eventually, the shop finally became profitable.
“Of course not. Not coming often doesn’t mean I won’t come at all. Even if we stop selling fried chicken wraps, we can renovate it and turn it into a café or something.”
Feeney had been running the business here for two years, so it was not as though he had no attachment to the place.
Besides, he had no real need for money.
There was absolutely no reason to sell the shop.
Hearing this, Skye finally became happy again.
After hesitating for a moment, she still said, “Feeney, I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but you have to be careful. If there’s anything I can help you with, you must tell me.”
Feeney knew that Skye was worried about him.
He walked over and gently hugged her, then patted her shoulder as he explained, “Actually, I’m planning to learn magic. If possible, I’ll ask around and see whether you can learn it too.”
“?”
If not for the strange experiences she had gone through over the past few days, Skye would definitely have thought Feeney was joking.
But even after personally witnessing “superpowers,” suddenly hearing him say that he was going to learn magic was still difficult for her to believe.
“All right, hurry up and open the door.”
As he spoke, Feeney directly used his skill to summon a batch of “Mystic Fried Chicken Wraps” and placed them on display.
Since Skye already knew about his abilities, there was no need to hide them anymore.
After Skye opened the door, the shop was already filled with a large pile of fried chicken wraps, all appearing steaming hot, as though they had just come out of the oven.
After a busy day, Feeney and Skye returned home once he had added some experience to his otherwise empty experience bar.
That afternoon, using his upcoming university studies as an excuse, he also informed his customers that the shop might have to close for a while soon.
Although they were extremely reluctant, the business elites and powerful figures among his customers were all sufficiently cultured to express their understanding.
Of course, the price of that understanding was that Feeney had no choice but to temporarily lift the purchase limit.
Because of this, he secretly used his skill several times before finally managing to satisfy all of his customers.
That night, Feeney remembered Carson, whom he had beaten badly enough to send to the hospital that afternoon.
He had no idea what would happen tomorrow.
He had held back enough.
Although Carson had looked miserable, he had not suffered any serious injuries, and there was absolutely no reason it would prevent him from coming to school the next day.
What surprised Feeney, however, was that Carson did not come looking for trouble the following day.
After asking around, Feeney learned that Carson had taken the day off.
Thinking about it for a moment, he understood.
Although Carson’s injuries were not serious, they were on his face, and the marks were still quite obvious.
Given the personality of high school students, Carson certainly would not want other people to discover that he had been beaten up.
So staying home and taking the day off was perfectly normal.
With the troublemaker gone, Feeney was quite happy.
However, his name had now spread throughout the school.
He was good at studying, handsome, capable of fighting, and came from a decent family.
Although he seemed a little young, anyone who had personally seen Feeney would not care about that small detail.
Therefore, during this graduation season, his romantic luck suddenly exploded.
And Feeney found himself extremely unaccustomed to it.
(End of Chapter)