"This..."
The proprietress watched as the leading Lizardman merely waved a hand, and more than a dozen Lizardmen behind him blocked the entrance, refusing to let anyone else in.
The customers waiting outside saw the entrance blocked by more than ten Lizardmen and could only disperse helplessly to other restaurants.
In the outskirts of City of Light Chasing, gang forces were forbidden from making moves against official residents and shops owned by official residents, but that only guaranteed the bare minimum of safety.
If those gang members were willing to risk their lives, teaching them a lesson would only mean paying some bits in compensation. But ordinary people had jobs. If they were injured, even if they received compensation, they might lose their jobs during their recovery. Thus, they stayed as far away as possible.
If one wanted true safety, one could only live in the city center. Fighting was absolutely forbidden there, and city guards patrolled regularly. No one dared act recklessly.
"My lord, this is ultimately Obsidian Martial Arts Hall territory. If you do this, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall will not let it go," said the restaurant's security captain, an Advanced Apprentice, as he stepped forward with two Intermediate Apprentice guards, hoping to frighten off the Lizardmen.
Security in each gang's territory was generally maintained by that gang. The more stable and secure a gang's territory was, the more people naturally came to open shops and do business there.
For the sake of their own profits, the major suburban gangs and forces would all step in to deal with troublemakers.
"So what if it's Obsidian Martial Arts Hall? Do you think our Two-Headed Gang needs to fear them?" A Lizardman with the strength of a Peak Apprentice pointed at the Two-Headed Gang insignia on his clothes and said