As he spoke, several gang members beside him tacitly drew the short blades from their waists, narrowing their eyes at the ruffians.
The moment they saw the blades, the ruffians were clearly intimidated.
Their mouths twitched, and finally one of them gritted his teeth. "Every market has a Hometown Gang! You of Fishermen's don't respect the rules... Fine! We'll concede this time. Just you wait!"
With that, the men slinked away.
The bystanders, who had been startled at first, watched them retreat into the distance. Then, someone suddenly shouted, "Well done!"
"Hometown Gang? Pah! A bunch of animals! Nothing but bloodsucking leeches!"
"Yeah! A bunch of animals!"
The onlookers had clearly been bottling up their rage for a long time. Now that it was unleashed, they began to curse furiously.
These Hometown Gangs only ever exploited their own people... After all, people from other towns wouldn't give them the time of day.
