The group arrived at a shop selling chicken cakes.
The sweet fragrance of the chicken cakes wafted far and wide.
Even when mixed with the scents of other foods, it was still so potent that one could easily pick it out.
Besides the clerk and a security guard, there were a few other customers in the small shop.
When Sierra Sullivan's group entered, someone glanced back at them but quickly looked away without saying anything.
Yvonne Shelby led Candice Tate forward by the hand and gently asked the clerk, "How much are the chicken cakes?"
"Two Contribution Points each."
Behind the counter, boxes of chicken cakes were displayed in a glass cabinet.
Each one was a rich golden-yellow, looking fluffy and soft. Combined with the sweet aroma in the air, you knew they had to be delicious without even taking a bite.
But they were just so small!
Their size was probably even smaller than a newborn baby's fist.
For something so tiny, they actually dared to charge two Contribution Points!
