Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Strapo, who had just rushed out the door, realized he hadn't brought any money with him and quickly had someone pack it into a box—twenty towerants.

This number was so subtle and familiar that it made Strabo feel even more disgusted, as if he had eaten shit.

When he arrived at the arena with his men—

Strabo found his son unharmed in Crassus's private backyard, along with that familiar devilish figure, while ignoring everyone else around him.

He stared coldly at Listaye, suppressed the trembling in his heart, straightened his clothes, and then walked forward with feigned composure.

"Don't go too far... Lista Night!!" Strapo hissed in a low voice, barely suppressing his anger.

He was trying to salvage some of his reputation as the head of the Pompeii clan—

"This is the last time!! The Pompeii family does not wish to be your enemy, but it will not fear anyone!"

Yorumoto ignored Strabo and kicked open a box, revealing it was full of gold.

Night: "Great—I like a generous and magnanimous friend like you."

"Then, my fearless friend, I would like to trouble you to count the wealth here for me in my presence, and see if there are indeed twenty towers."

Originally, it was just an accident that Pompey's clan was tricked again, but Strabo's attitude displeased Night. Did this fool think that becoming the clan leader and putting on new clothes made him a different person?

Dignity is something that can never be gained through words, but through strength and power!

Strapo was about to retort when Night merely returned a glance, and Strapo's body suddenly stiffened. Then, driven by a deep-seated fear, he instinctively bent down to the treasure chest. As his hand picked up the first gold coin, he suddenly snapped back to reality—

His face turned extremely red!

What am I doing?!

She was so frightened by just one word or one look from this man?

They even do things that only servants would do?

At this moment, not only Strabo himself, but also Night, Gneiss Pompeii, and everyone around him looked at Strabo with surprise.

Ye's expression turned somewhat strange...

Although it was a bit of a dilemma, the main reason was that he was too lazy to count how many gold coins he needed to allocate to pay Crassus the reward for the transaction.

Strabo happened to have brought a lot of servants to help him move things, so it was much easier to just have his servants take stock of his wealth and divide it up.

But Ye didn't expect that Strabo would actually bend down and count the items himself.

Oh my, to make the future Roman god of war's father bow down and serve him in front of him—damn, this is just too evil.

He wasn't really interested in humiliating such a weakling; he might have been more interested if it were the beautiful Madame Pompey.

As a man, there is another kind of humiliating interest in women who are of high status and beautiful.

Chapter 170 You have shamed the image of the goddess of victory and reduced it to dust!

Strapo was now holding the gold coins in his hand, unsure whether to count them or throw them away.

His face flushed red, especially the fact that he had lost face in front of his son, which made Strabo somewhat lose his temper.

When he saw the shocked expression on his son Gnaeus Pompey's face, Strabo suddenly felt that his behavior was extremely shameful and lacked dignity, so he threw the gold coins on the ground.

"Lord Listaye, as per your bet, I have brought the chips, but the bet did not include a clause for us to help count the gold coins."

If you want to know whether there are actually twenty towers here, then count them yourself.

Strabo regretted his words as soon as he finished venting his anger, fearing that he would provoke the sleeping lion.

However, Strapo was quickly bewildered. Night's expression remained unchanged, even calm and indifferent. Did the other party not consider his behavior to be humiliating or provocative?

He was prepared for the other party to make a move—

However, the next moment, when the man spoke that night, Strapo quickly realized that the man was still the same man, unchanged.

Night: "You just said—these gold coins are now my property, right?"

Strapo: "That's right..."

Night: "Very well, because of your actions just now, my personal property has been damaged."

Although it doesn't reach the level of burning down houses or grain, it could lead to being bound, whipped, or even burned to death.

But I now solemnly inform you, Your Excellency Strabo, that according to Roman law, your actions just now have desecrated my personal property, leaving it to gather dust in the earth, and even causing the side engraved with the head of the goddess of victory to fall onto this filthy floor.

Now I have the right to fight back and defend the sanctity of my property with my fists.

At the same time, it will teach you, this heretic who has blasphemed the gods, to repent—”

Strapo: "What?!"

Strapo quickly realized that if the other party had attacked directly, it would have been called a fight, but after saying this, it would have been called a trial.

You can beat yourself up openly and honestly! And the reason is utter nonsense.

"I didn't—!" Bang! Strabo hadn't finished speaking when he was punched by Night and passed out, with a black panda-shaped eye socket now on his eye.

He couldn't bring himself to utter the words he wanted to use to refute the claims.

Crassus, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned.

The patriarch of the Pompeii family was just taken down like that?!

Crassus shuddered, and Gneus Pompeii could no longer sit still, even though he remained calm and believed that everything before him was a trap set by the Marius faction, waiting for him to fall into it.

But seeing his father being humiliated like this, and knowing that the Pompey family's reputation would be completely ruined from now on, how could he possibly tolerate it?

As soon as Pang Pei stood up, a fierce aura swept towards Ye. The next moment, Ye suddenly reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

With a thud, Gneeus Pompeii was shoved back into his seat, unable to move at all.

He looked up in shock at the figure before him, finally realizing the enormous gap between them.

How can it be--

How could anyone have such great strength?

He had already given it his all, but he couldn't move an inch. Even against Spartacus, Pompey was confident he wouldn't be completely suppressed.

But now——

Ye smiled and said, "Your father has fallen, so you're the only one left here who can speak for you."

Gneus—Could you please help me take stock of these assets?

"Fine~!" After staring intently for half a day, Gneeus Pompey uttered a single word with immense frustration.

He was afraid that Ye might also pin a trumped-up legal charge on him and then beat him to a pulp.

He didn't want to end up like that shameful father, sleeping on the floor in broad daylight.

This is so embarrassing!

A powerful but reckless person is not scary; what is scary is a reckless person who knows the law but doesn't play by the rules.

It was this experience of helplessness that made Gneus Pompeii suddenly realize that there were many unreasonable aspects to Roman law.

Damn it——!

How did the people who originally drafted the laws come up with so many contradictory and flawed bills?

Afterwards, Gneeus Pompey, humiliated, personally led his underlings and servants to count the gold.

Fearing that the night might strike a deadly blow—

However, Gneus remained calm throughout, diligently carrying out his work, which caught Ye Gao's attention a few times.

A man who can control his emotions is capable of great things.

In comparison, his father was far inferior.

After witnessing a spectacular performance, Crassus was immediately awestruck and full of admiration for Night, and his attitude towards Night became much more 'enthusiastic' afterwards.

This guy is insane!

He couldn't afford to be careless; he didn't want to end up like Pompey and his son, in such a sorry state.

Not to mention—when Gneus Pompeii suddenly became hostile, Ye Neng stepped forward in time to protect him, and now he has him completely subdued. He is convinced that Sulla discovered his support for Marius and is trying to kill him.

This filled Crassus with gratitude for the night that had saved him.

After Gneus counted the gold, he set aside a portion for purchasing slaves for Crassus.

Crassus left with an incredibly bright smile, having his men escort him away, and even specially sent people to help move the remaining gold.

After Ye left, Crassus turned around, but suddenly his smile froze on his face.

He saw Gneiss Pompey suddenly draw his sword from his waist.

grass--!!!

Could it be that the other party saw that Lista Ye had left and that he was left without anyone to protect him, and now they want to kill him again?

Just as Crassou felt his scalp tingle and was filled with terror.

Gneus Pompeii approached Crassus, who still appeared calm and composed, and slammed his longsword into the ground.

Then he said coldly, "This matter won't end here—"

"Remember this, Crassus, the Pompeii family's money isn't so easily taken!"

After saying that, Pompey led his men to escort his father away.

Crassus, however, was still completely bewildered—

Wait, when did I take money from your Pompeii family?

How did the property I obtained from Listaye through legitimate business become your money?

Crassus was immediately furious, his face turning red and then pale.

Even the Pompey family shouldn't bully people like this.

If you're so capable, go find the person in question!

Why are you saying such harsh things to someone like me who runs a business?

Thinking about this, he felt even more strongly that Sulla had discovered something and wanted Pompey to deliberately target him.

Feeling that he could no longer sit idly by and wait for his death, Crassus hardened his heart and revealed a sinister expression.

It was originally just a political investment, but you insisted on burning me, forcing me to fall completely—Marius Sulla!