"Protection fees? Me? You? Dare?"
When the local "gang" came knocking, asking for so-called startup protection money, Lu Ping'an simply laughed out loud.
Especially when he saw that the leaders were a bunch of the Aquatic Clan.
"...You probably don't know who I am?"
"Open shop! Collect fees! Rule!"
Looking at the group in front of him, wielding clubs and iron weapons, resembling refugees more than gang members - the Fishmen and Half Fishmen, Lu Ping'an was infuriated yet amused.
Reality sometimes is that nonsensical yet somehow logical.
The refugees lacking the ability to make a living were indeed quite pitiable... but what's most likely, is their reality of turning their knives on those even weaker.
Lu Ping'an's shop employed mostly members of the Long Hand Clan and Fishmen as attendants, while "human employees" tended to their own business without hanging around.
So, the "native gang" came by the new store as per their rules.
