Much to everyone's surprise, the man in black remained unyielding, insisting, “You have to grill them for me right now!"

A furrow formed on Tyler's brow; he wasn't fond of dealing with unreasonable individuals. Yet, he maintained his composure and patiently reiterated, “The customers in front of you got here first, so it's first come, first served.”

Unperturbed, the man strode over to the customers who were still waiting for their orders. With an air of forcefulness, he placed several bills on their table, declaring, "I'm taking over this spot today. Take the money and leave."

Tyler's initial impression was that this individual must be grappling with some deep-seated issues. He appeared to possess an abundance of wealth with no meaningful outlet to channel it. A second thought crept into Tyler's mind, suggesting that this person was intentionally causing trouble. Besides, he couldn't handle the daunting task of grilling five hundred skewers for a single patron on his own, not to mention the fact that the man's demeanor didn't exude any intention of relishing a delightful meal.

A disgruntled customer found his voice and directed his ire at the man.

“What do you think you're up to? Who do you believe you are? How can you be so rude just because you're a Little wealthy?"

Feeling uneasy with the unfolding situation, Tyler decided to adopt a direct approach and take a stand. He yearned to rid himself of this peculiar individual as swiftly as possible.

"I regret that I cannot accommodate such an extensive order. I'm closing the establishment now."

To Tyler's surprise, the man in black erupted into a barrage of harshly accented shouts as soon as he uttered those words.

“I came here to savor some barbecue! Why do you presume you can just shut down? You're not permitted to close today!”

Hoping not to escalate the tension further, Tyler apologized to the other diners and began to tidy up, signaling his intention to depart.

Witnessing this, the man hurriedly approached and bargained, “I don't need five hundred skewers anymore. Just one hundred."

Tyler paid no attention and continued to gather his belongings.

Persistent in his efforts, the man said, "Fifty."

With a firm expression, Tyler finally responded, “Ten skewers, and then I am closing up."

Reluctantly, the man replied with a disdainful snort, "Fine. If it weren't for the online reviews claiming that your skewers are delicious, I wouldn't have come here."

The unpleasant tone struck Tyler, triggering a vague sense of familiarity, though the memory remained elusive. Despite this, he refused to dwell on it, deciding not to overthink the matter.

With Lingering annoyance, he deftly finished grilling the Lamb skewers, packaged them, and sent the man away. Afterwards, he began to gather his belongings.

However, as he turned around, a sizable stack of cash greeted him at the account desk.

In an instant, Tyler felt certain that the man in black was behind this act. Acting on impulse, he snatched the money and hurried after the man, only to discover that the enigmatic figure had vanished into thin air.