At this point, even the onlookers could tell that the claw had obviously become loose and simply couldn’t grab anything anymore.

“What’s the point of playing now? The owner is just too shady, making the claw this loose—how are we supposed to play?” Quite a few people were whispering among themselves.

Henry Lincoln turned to glance at Samuel Quinn, and saw Samuel Quinn raising his eyebrows smugly, as if to say, “Yeah, I loosened the claw. What are you going to do about it?”

“What are you looking at? Are you still going to try?” Samuel Quinn said with a curl of his lips.

“Of course I am.” Henry Lincoln gave him a slight smile, showing no sign of anger, then gripped the joystick and started turning it counterclockwise.

The crowd didn’t really understand—if the claw was this loose, wasn’t continuing to play just giving away money?

As the joystick turned, the claw inside the glass case began to shake violently. Suddenly, one of the three prongs hooked onto the wire connecting the claw to the machine’s top box, causing the claw to tilt.

In that instant, Henry Lincoln pressed the button again. The claw wobbled as it dropped, landing on a base mutation egg near the exit. As the claw rose, the tilted prong nudged the slightly lifted base mutation egg right into the prize chute.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded—even Samuel Quinn’s eyes went wide.

“Bro, if you want to run a claw machine shop, you’ve still got a lot to learn.” Henry Lincoln took out the base mutation egg and put it in his cart.

Samuel Quinn was so furious he could barely breathe. He snatched the remote from the staff and set the claw to its loosest setting.

“Go ahead, try again. If you can get another one out, I’ll take your last name,” Samuel Quinn was nearly losing his mind, swearing to himself.

But then Henry Lincoln suddenly stretched lazily, walked over to another claw machine, inserted a coin, jiggled the joystick twice, and pressed the grab button.

Samuel Quinn didn’t even have time to react, let alone adjust the machine, before another base mutation egg was grabbed.

“Damn, this bastard is just too much.” Samuel Quinn was so angry he was almost in a daze, his teeth grinding, fingers pounding the remote’s buttons so hard he nearly broke it.

But Henry Lincoln had no intention of grabbing a second time on the same machine. He moved to yet another claw machine and quickly inserted a coin to play.

Under Samuel Quinn’s murderous glare, he managed to grab yet another base mutation egg.

So, a comical scene unfolded in the claw machine shop: Henry Lincoln kept switching machines and grabbing base mutation eggs, while the infuriated Samuel Quinn frantically pressed the remote, until nearly every claw machine was set to the loosest mode, finally ending the farce.

The base mutation eggs Henry Lincoln had grabbed were already piled into a small mountain in his cart, and there were still plenty of tokens left in the box.

“I’m tired. I’ll come back for more stock next time. Refund me the rest of the tokens.” Henry Lincoln casually shoved the box of tokens into Samuel Quinn’s hands, and even patted Samuel Quinn on the shoulder: “Bro, put some better prizes in next time. After all that, I only got this pile of junk—not even enough for a month’s supply on my end.”

“Give him the refund.” Samuel Quinn wished he could jump up and slap Henry Lincoln across the face, but with so many customers around, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, instructing someone to exchange Henry Lincoln’s remaining tokens for cash.

“I’ll borrow the cart for now. I’ll bring it back later—you know I’m just next door, I’m not going anywhere.” Henry Lincoln pushed the cart full of base mutation eggs toward the exit. At the door, he turned to the onlookers and said, “If you want to talk claw machine skills, come play at my Get Rich Claw Machine Shop. My claws aren’t that tight, but they never change no matter who plays. If you’ve got the skills, you’re welcome to try.”

With that, Henry Lincoln pushed the cart out without looking back.

As soon as Henry Lincoln left, all the customers in the shop quickly cleared out—no one was left.

Anyone could see that all the machines in the shop had been set to the loosest level. Playing now was just throwing money away.

“Damn bastard, I won’t let you get away with this!” Samuel Quinn finally couldn’t hold back and started cursing out loud.

But Henry Lincoln didn’t even look back. He went straight into his own claw machine shop and handed the cart to the bewildered Grace Carter.

“These base mutation eggs are pretty good quality. Put two or three in each claw machine.” Henry Lincoln instructed the still-confused Grace Carter, then left the shop on his own.

Back home, Henry Lincoln didn’t see Old Newton and thought Old Newton had already left. But then he saw Old Newton coming in from outside, closing the door behind him.

Henry Lincoln immediately realized that Old Newton must have quietly followed him to Samuel Quinn’s prize egg shop.

“Old Newton, did you see everything that happened just now?” Henry Lincoln asked.

Old Newton nodded and said, “These are extraordinary times—we can’t afford any mistakes. I was worried something might happen to you, so I followed you over. Fourth Master always says you’re good at eating, drinking, and having fun. I used to think that meant he was a bit disappointed in you, but now I realize that’s not it at all. Actually, he was praising you. If I hadn’t followed you today, I never would have guessed there were so many tricks to a claw machine.”