I was a charlatan in India

"Where are they? Come out now!"

"Oh, I can't wait to see the monk thief kick!"

"Damn those bald monks!"

The audience cheered continuously.

They're really looking forward to messing with monks!

Because King Ashoka promoted Buddhism, the monks and soldiers held a special position. Whenever they passed through your territory, they would inevitably be robbed of some of their wealth.

Moreover, many people who couldn't make a living would shave their heads and impersonate monk soldiers to extort money.

In fact, not all the monks in the area were ordained. Monks in that era were divided into many sects, and only a few sects had mandatory requirements regarding hairstyles.

There are even many prototypes of long-haired Buddhas and female bodhisattvas.

However, bald heads are highly recognizable, so most monks and thieves choose this hairstyle, or a buzz cut.

Naturally, everyone hated the bald man to the core.

A large portion of the audience today came to see the monk being kicked repeatedly.

Quiet!

"Come on, come on, the donkey-kicking plate is here."

The shrewd gambling dealers capitalized on the hype.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have already asked someone to speak with the contestants."

"Today's gambling rake will all go towards supporting the guy who kicked the monk the hardest!"

"good!"

Some people cheered from the bottom of their hearts.

"Come on, how are we betting today? Odds or evens, shall we?"

"Damn it, winning or losing doesn't matter, just consider it a tip for those bastards... no, for those contestants!"

This ball game really elevates the quality of believers; even the lowest castes are treated like human beings.

"I'll place a few bets too!"

"Get out of the way, I was here first!"

"I'll have one too!"

Of course, this businessman definitely didn't contact any of the players.

But it didn't matter at all; almost no one knew those lowly people.

Just as it's possible for them to claim a reward after stealing the headscarf, even their "brothers" who have been undergoing rigorous training wouldn't recognize them, let alone these spectators.

Why do you think they call you brother? It's just because they can't remember your name.

"Thump! Thump-thump! Thump-thump..."

The drumbeats begin, signaling that the competition is about to start!

This time, the drummer was much more professional.

Last time, the performance was somewhat lackluster, which greatly displeased Young Master Surrey, who then allocated funds to send people to train the students seriously.

Not only were there powerful drums, but also a large number of short, skinny guys, like dark monkeys, carrying waist drums and running around the field, banging them loudly.

These creatures were all dressed in brightly colored, wide robes, like wild monkeys that had stolen human clothes, and they would occasionally bare their teeth and let out exaggerated shrieks.

"Ohhhhh, wowhhh!"

But the balance and rhythm were handled very well.

I have no idea where the young master found it; it's utterly ridiculous.

They had never seen it before, because this setup was a prohibited procedure for large-scale gladiatorial arenas.

Although the venue was well prepared for the competition, many spectators were still standing.

Because of the high level of attention this event received, both tourists and locals flocked to it.

The smarter ones know to bring their own stools, while the careless ones can only squeeze into the crowd and catch a glimpse of the game through the sea of ​​heads.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, all the drumbeats stopped at the same time.

Three groups of beautiful women entered from different directions. Two rows stopped at the contestants' positions, while one row walked into the center of the field.

Their outfits were extremely bold and sexy, and they were all carefully selected based on their height, weight, and body type. Their skin was coated with oil, making it shine in the sunlight.

The beautiful women in the room were clearly trained; they all spoke in unison, their pace and intonation perfectly coordinated, both synchronized and passionately high-pitched.

"The upcoming Yellow Team is a mysterious and powerful group of ascetics from Varanasi City—the Beast Team!"

"Clang, clang!"

As the beautiful women shouted in unison, the bars holding the lowly people slowly opened, looking rather heavy.

The commoners were already behind the fence, drooling and panting heavily.

Once the gates opened, they naturally rushed into the stadium like livestock.

Oh oh oh!

Beauty!

Driven by the potent drug, every lowly beast pounced without hesitation on the nearest beautiful woman.

The beauties weren't afraid; they had already received word that this group of lowly people would unleash their bestial nature.

however.

Get double if you get groped, get ten times if you get stabbed!

At this moment, what was rushing towards him was not some lowly commoner, but clearly a god of wealth reeking of sweat!

Oh, so this is the true meaning of money-grubbing?

Seeing this, nearby spectators whistled and screamed incessantly.

Is this content that we are allowed to view?

Good, good, good. It's quite amusing to see a beautiful woman, whom even I long for, being mocked by a lowly commoner.

Young Master Surrey truly understands people's hearts! He understands the people's hearts!

Virtuous!

"Okay! Rub it hard!"

"Didn't you eat?"

"Hahaha, Young Master Suliye is indeed benevolent, knowing their leg was about to be broken, he let them use it early!"

"The betting market is open! How many will we be able to get in today? Guess whether it's odd or even!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Let the bald monk in too!"

A brief silence fell, and soon everyone unanimously agreed, "Yes, let those monks in too!"

"I heard those monks are all naive; I wonder if they can withstand this situation!"

"Hey, if they didn't do this, where did the little monk come from?"

"Haha, who knows what they might do behind our backs..."

On the matter of the Black Monk Soldiers, everyone was surprisingly in agreement.

The harmony among believers has increased.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

Soon, the voices of the crowd coalesced: "Release the traitorous monk!"

"Yes, release the monk thief!"

A businessman-looking spectator, his eyes red, screamed, "The spices I transported last year were forcibly stolen by a bunch of bald monks under the guise of offering them to Buddha! That guy's still lame!"

A nearby peasant woman, wiping away tears, cursed, "It was a bald man who said he just wanted to stay the night and would leave after he was done, but I never expected..."

"Haha, you're leaving as soon as you're done? They weren't lying to you!"

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

But they are generally similar.

"Release the traitorous monk! Release the traitorous monk! Release the traitorous monk..."

The big drum was also beaten at the right time, as if to cheer on the audience.

"You know what, Anshu, the audience's reaction was exactly as you predicted!"

Surrey had a separate, isolated seat, with only a few beautiful women serving him nearby, including Anshu.

And that friend who wishes to remain anonymous.

"It's definitely easier to guess about a group of people than an individual."

An Shu nodded, seemingly unaffected by the atmosphere.

He was involved in the design of this event's proceedings.

How could he not have discovered the huge mess that Surrey had made?

Moreover, Da Tian has been silent lately, so Surie has had to seek help from his friends.

It's strange, really. Anshu doesn't touch girls himself, but he can come up with all sorts of tricks. It's really interesting.

However, it must be said that the recent football matches have given young Master Sulier a very promising future.

The last tax collection went incredibly smoothly!

Whether they are small business owners or itinerant merchants, they are generally quite quick to pay their taxes, and some itinerant merchants even take the initiative to inquire about local tax policies.

Upon hearing that taxes were low and even transparent and fixed, many immediately decided to increase their investment.

The fact that this event could cost so much money is also thanks to the sponsorship of these businessmen.

So that's how it is. So implementing benevolent governance makes people more willing to spend money.

I understand now, I get it!

It has to be the heavens!

The shouts from the audience grew louder and louder.

"Release the traitorous monk! Release the traitorous monk! Release the traitorous monk..."

"That's about enough."

Surya looked at Anshu.

Looking at the atmosphere, An Shu awkwardly avoided the girl next to her, saying, "No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

The cheers from the crowd rose like a surging tide, wave after wave.

Small businesses are naturally selling like hotcakes, selling not only food but also souvenirs related to the games.

For example, a small durian carved from wood.

This was naturally Anshu's idea. These souvenirs weren't expensive, but compared to the cost, they were definitely not cheap.

However, the atmosphere was right, and the sales were quite brisk.

But gradually, the atmosphere at the scene became tense.

The shouts became uneven, occasionally bursting into a jumble of curses.

"Damn it, I didn't come here to watch lowly men mess around with women!"

"Brother, you've seen this kind of scene before, haven't you!"

"Haha, I love watching this! If it's shown every time, I'll buy a ticket to see it!"

"Wouldn't it be even more exciting with a bald monk added?"

It's hard to imagine that such an absurd scene could be watched for free!

Seeing this, Anshu patted Suliye on the shoulder.

"That's about it."