In a place like Gotham, there was no such thing as city management. Things like the city's appearance and upkeep were entirely maintained by the various gangs, corporations, and families themselves.
The area around the Iceberg Lounge was Penguin's territory. Since the boss liked ice and snow, naturally, he would not have his men fight against the endlessly falling snowflakes.
As a result, the snow nearby was piled thick. While the roads had barely been cleared into lanes wide enough for vehicles to pass, the snow had been shoved onto the sidewalks, forming solid walls of snow over two meters high.
The reason Su Ming had told Bobo and the others to prepare for battle before even seeing an enemy was Strangle's keen sensitivity to vibrations. It sensed that quite a few things inside the snowbanks had begun moving, and informed its host.
As for whether it was an ambush by League of Assassins ninjas or Zombies that had frozen to death in the streets and risen again, it did not know. Reasoning that out was supposed to be the host's job.
No sooner had Deathstroke finished speaking than a strange group of ambushers leaped out from the snowbanks not far from the boulevard before the luxury restaurant.
They appeared to be made of translucent ice and snow. As snowflakes drifted down onto them, they gave off a faint white glow beneath the streetlights.
Their forms somewhat resembled upright-walking long-armed apes, yet their heads were covered in barbs and angular ridges like lizards'. Their sharp claws and teeth gleamed brightly.
Bobo pulled Nightblade, which radiated black light, from his suit pocket. Hiding cautiously behind Deathstroke, he said:
"They look a little like Elemental Creatures, but only a few regions of the Main Dimension have the conditions to form elemental life.