Chapter 361: The Unhappy Ban Daye

"Ninja Lord, spare me!"

In a corner of the casino, the casino owner, his face pale, came before Lian Ye.

Sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

If he had not recognized the God of Ninja and the Ninja World Asura's identities, perhaps this would not have happened.

Had I known it would be like this, why do it in the first place?

The casino owner felt deep regret, wishing he had not come down to join the fun.

Now it's too late; he might even risk his life.

He is just an ordinary middle‑aged man, utterly powerless before the mighty ninja.

"Boss, we meet again," Lian Ye turned, his black eyes instantly turning scarlet.

The casino owner, meeting those Three Tomoe Sharingan, froze on the spot.

Lian Ye would not choose murder to silence over such a trivial matter.

He can simply erase memories of them with a Sharingan genjutsu.

As he invaded the casino owner's memories, Lian Ye's expression suddenly turned odd.

"God damn, the Ninja World Asura's bastard!"

What is this guy thinking about all day?

He deleted the owner's memories without hesitation, then returned to Madara Uchiha's side.

"Is it taken care of?"

"Lord Ban, I have already erased his memory."

Madara Uchiha nodded, his gaze again falling on Hashirama.

"Big big big!"

No need to think, Hashirama couldn't possibly hit it.

Lian Ye was away only a moment, and a fifth of the massive betting capital before him vanished.

"Tsk, worthy of a fat sheep!"

He has never seen that girl Gangshou lose money, but she should be not much different from Uncle Hashirama.

The grandfather and grandson are pure Great Grudge Types at the gambling table.

No wonder the original's Gangshou is always being hounded by creditors.

At this losing speed, even more money would be of no use.

Through Hashirama, Lian Ye seemed to see Gangshou's losing posture…

"Kid, give me some money," Madara Uchiha could no longer stand it.

Hashirama, this guy, is perhaps too ugly?

If this continues, he'll really lose the entire reward of an S-rank Mission.

"Alright."

Lian Ye pulled a stack of silver notes from his chest, estimating at least a hundred thousand.

"Hashirama, let me show you what a true gambling god is!" Madara Uchiha activated his Sharingan and entered the game.

He, the illustrious Madara Uchiha, has never lost in a casino!

Sure enough, since he sat at the table he kept winning, and in a short time a huge pile of silver notes amassed before him.

"Hahaha! I am the gambling god!" Madara Uchiha laughed skyward.

"Ban, you actually used the Sharingan to cheat, that's so chicken‑thief!" Senju Hashirama shouted loudly.

"Ha…" Madara Uchiha's laughter abruptly stopped.

Hashirama, this guy, doesn't know that such words can't be spoken carelessly?

The surrounding gamblers who had lost and had red eyes subconsciously looked at Ban's eyes.

"Damn, cheating!"

"Cheating!"

"I always wondered why every time I inexplicably placed the wrong bet, turns out it was controlled by the Uchiha's Sharingan!"

"Uchiha scum, give the money back to us!"

"Never thought the Uchiha clan could be like this!"

For a moment the gamblers all glared at Madara Uchiha, eager to snatch back the lost silver notes.

Madara Uchiha: "…"

He gave a plaintive glance at the awkward, head‑scratching Hashirama, let out a cold snort and left the table.

Senju Hashirama, seeing this, realized he had misspoken and could only keep laughing along.

His straightforwardness caused him to forget the setting for a moment.

But his guilt didn't last long; he immediately joined the gamblers' squad seizing Ban's wealth.

Most of his wealth had been won by Ban, and now he could snatch it back!

"Lord Ban, are you alright?"

Lian Ye cautiously looked at the dark‑faced Ban Daye, fearing that if he got upset he would slaughter everyone in the casino.

Uncle Hashirama really is someone who dares to say anything out loud!

Ban Daye just used Sharingan genjutsu to silently control the gamblers and Uncle Hashirama to place the same bet, didn't he?

Someone finally gets to be a gambling god once, only to have Uncle Hashirama spoil the fun.

"Hm." Madara Uchiha snorted coldly, his face full of displeasure.

Hashirama, this bastard, really made him angry.

It was hard enough to get to the gambling table this time, yet a close friend sold me out.

If Hashirama doesn't speak up, those gamblers will never know they've been controlled!

Lian Ye looked at Ban Daye's displeased face, opened his mouth to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

Such matters are best left to Uncle Hashirama.

Only the one who tied the bell can untie it.

Who let him make Ban Daye angry?

At this moment, Senju Hashirama was still immersed in the joy of having regained his lost gambling funds.

The money he had lost before was all snatched back!

This time, without Ban's meddling, he'll definitely win big!

It would be best if he could win back all the money he previously lost.

Lian Ye: "…"

All one can say is that Lord Hashirama is truly magnanimous; Ban Daye is almost as red as a pig's head.

He still gambles cheerfully as if nothing's wrong.

Hmm, even when losing money he still wears a smiling, carefree expression.

Madara Uchiha was already upset about being betrayed by Hashirama, and now seeing him still gamble heartlessly made him even more displeased.

Lian Ye felt Ban Daye's anger rising continuously and instinctively kept his distance.

Afraid of being dragged into it like a fish in a pond.

All one can say is, Uncle Hashirama, it's over!

At this moment, Hashirama, who had lost a huge sum and still fantasized about a comeback, was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

……

"Ban, please don't be angry, okay…"

On the street, Senju Hashirama put his arm around Madara Uchiha's shoulder and said soothingly.

He had been busy gambling before, neglecting his friend.

But apologizing now isn't too late.

Who let him lose all his money so quickly?

Madara Uchiha said nothing, brushed away someone's reaching salty‑pig hand, and didn't glance at that person throughout the whole episode.

"Ban, I'm at fault, I won't expose you again next time," Senju Hashirama hurriedly pleaded upon seeing this.

"I really was wrong, may I treat you to a meal?"

"Fine."

Unexpectedly, Madara Uchiha didn't refuse; instead, he stopped, pointed at a luxurious restaurant in the distance, and said.

"Let's go there!"

Seeing his close friend didn't refuse, Senju Hashirama realized his consolation worked and agreed without hesitation.

"No problem!"

He put his arm around his friend's shoulder and walked toward the restaurant, looking like a pair of close brothers.

It seemed they had forgotten the earlier unpleasantness.

Lian Ye: "…"

Where does Uncle Hashirama have any money?

The money he had was completely lost at the casino not long ago.

If I'm not mistaken, he'll be the one paying later.

These two are using me as a stepping stone!

All one can say is that the older generation's affection runs deep, but their tempers flare and fade quickly.

He has been completely stunned by Konoha's friendship.

If Tuan Cang dared to act coquettishly toward him like Uncle Hashirama, he would absolutely raise his Tachi without hesitation and strike!

……

Lian Ye silently followed behind them, like an unnoticed ATM.

Never mind, it's because they're the elders.