Slem's success had drawn the eyes of the entire world here. Those who came to Slem included not only tourists, but also people seeking to find the meaning of their lives here.
Gangs, for example.
But running a gang in Slem was no easy task. For starters, organizations like the Industry Committee were far beyond anything a gang could shake.
The casinos were the same.
When Slem had first opened to outsiders, it had encountered some idiots who ran to the casinos demanding cooperation—or simply demanding to buy in and receive a share of the profits every day.
Some had even threatened the casinos, saying that if their demands were not met, they would make sure the casinos could not stay in business! Central Casino had encountered such a problem as well. A gang from some obscure little place had a little over a hundred members in total.
Its leader had demanded that Central Casino pay them fifty thousand in protection money every day. Otherwise, they would come and cause trouble.
Lin Qi had then ordered people to throw them all into the arena. Sometimes, a bloody and brutal spectacle was needed to warm up the crowd, and nothing could get people excited faster than watching their own kind being torn apart alive.
Some of them had been tough enough to survive two staged beast fights. During the third, one man faced two male lions alone and was torn to pieces.
So running a gang in Slem was extremely difficult.
The most profitable industries were all controlled by major players, people no gang could afford to provoke.
Take Lin Qi, the owner of Central Casino. His legal Private Armed Force could be seen all over the world, and Slem was said to have a three-hundred-man emergency combat squad stationed there.