He was in Konoha, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Tsk, with this level of skill, he's a security guard? He's not even as good as a five-year-old child in Konoha. He's the kind of person that old ladies back in their hometowns would look down on."

The security guard, who had been knocked to the ground, became enraged.

Well, Ishigaki, in a moment of kindness, didn't send them away directly, even though those two slaps hurt quite a bit, fully realizing the dual instillation of domineering will through pre-research and physical means.

First came the island nation spirit infusion stick, now comes the slap of the Fifty Strings Overlord's will.

Sakumo Hatake sighed.

I shouldn't have had any expectations of him.

Uchiha Aoen spoke up, reminding them, "This is a casino run by nobles, so it's best to be careful."

The nobles do not engage in production but control wealth, and the village of Ninja needs government funding for every aspect of its operations.

Normally, even the most audacious wandering ninja wouldn't kill a nobleman; that's an inviolable line.

That being said, apart from Minato Namikaze, no one present took the so-called nobles too seriously.

The Hatake clan was originally a samurai and a noble family, while the Uchiha clan was a ninja clan with a history of over a thousand years. They were essentially nobles as well, and even looked down on nobles.

If Madara Uchiha hadn't never elbowed Hashirama Senju, there would be at least 90% fewer nobles in the Land of Fire.

The fifty-stringed man had absolutely no interest in the so-called noble daimyo or lords of the country.

noble?

What kind of noble are you?

If they obey, they'll be rewarded with a fist the size of a sandbag; if they disobey, they'll all be sent to chat with the Sage of Six Paths. That old man has been a voyeur for a thousand years, probably because no one has anyone to talk to.

Stepping into the casino, Ishizō couldn't help but sigh, "I'm so kind-hearted."

Minato Namikaze slipped and nearly fell to the ground.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he began to examine the gambling den run by the nobleman.

Everywhere you look, there are scantily clad female bodhisattvas, gamblers who have lost everything, sexy dealers dealing cards online, and plump, fat sheep arriving to hand out money.

"Lady Tsunade!" Minato Namikaze exclaimed instinctively.

Tsunade, who was engaged in a gambling match, looked up at the sound, frowned, glanced at the gambling table, and hesitated to leave.

Sakumo Hatake sighed and revealed himself.

Seeing that he was also there, Tsunade gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

The fact that Sakumo Hatake, a senior, is here means that he's probably not here to see her. If he really is here... then let's chat. With Sakumo Hatake here, she can't just leave even if she wants to.

I bet on small!

Tsunade placed her bet firmly, and the other gamblers followed suit, betting on the opposite side.

"I'll bet on small too."

A small hand pressed down a stack of money.

A thick stack of cash, at least a million.

Tsunade looked over, her eyes shining brightly. Ignoring Isogen's exquisite face, she was successfully 'captured' by just this one million.

If she wasn't mistaken, Isogen was with Hatake Sakumo and the others. Are all the younger generation this rich these days?

Driven by instinct, her hand reached for the wad of money. Don't misunderstand, she did this purely for the good of the village's younger generation.

"Ahem, you shouldn't waste your money like this at such a young age. I'll keep it for you."

Snapped!

Isogen slapped her 'dirty hands' away, his eyes holding a half-smile: "Tsunade-neechan, you wouldn't want Mito-san to know about your debauchery here, would you?"

"What is this?" Tsunade muttered unhappily, while pondering the meaning of "Fifty Strings".

Is this kid related to their family?

But she really couldn't remember. In fact, based on her experience, she could easily tell who was whose relative by subtle details. But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't think of any relative in her family who looked so good.

Just as she was pondering, the dealer looked her and Wu Shixian up and down.

From the casino's perspective, they would gladly accept the million, but Tsunade was a highly coveted target specifically chosen by the boss; she had a connection with this child...

Forget it, it's just a million. Casinos make millions every day. It's not worth it to risk offending a big fish for such a small amount of money.

"Ahem, our child can't sit at the table, please get out."

"Can't I sit on the table?" Isogen's expression turned 'fierce' as he placed his right palm up against the edge of the table.

"You'd better leave now, it's the casino's rule, don't make things difficult for us."

"Difficult?" Isuji chuckled, his hand gripping the gambling table tightening slightly.

The gambling table was overturned, followed by Fifty Strings's maniacal words.

"If it's too difficult, then don't do it!"

Chapter 50 To Protect World Peace

"All eyes are on me, I have something to announce!"

Wu Zixian stood on a pile of tables and chairs, raising his hands high.

A man shouts at a group of gamblers who are blinded by their losses in a casino. The more you look at this scene, the stranger it seems, as if you've stumbled upon a large-scale pyramid scheme.

Everyone in the casino looked up at him quietly, their eyes red but their hearts calm.

The unsettling moment came just moments before when the snow doll in front of me slapped me, and my head started spinning wildly with a ringing sound.

He even straightened the person's head.

A good person came.

"As everyone knows, I am a good person, so good people should be rewarded," Isugen said loudly, his voice amplified by his chakra and echoing throughout the casino.

"It takes a lot of effort for good people to maintain world peace, and everyone here is certainly happy to contribute their share to world peace."

With a flick of her finger, the crisp sound of the fifty strings began to call out names.

"Each of you contributes 95% of your wealth to the peace of the ninja world. The remaining 0.5% will be given to you to continue producing more wealth. I will come back to collect it then."

You meant to say harvest, didn't you?

"What a joke!" one of the gamblers roared in anger.

"How dare these cricket ninjas be so arrogant? This is a casino run by nobles!"

Wu Zixian pouted: "I wouldn't come here if it wasn't run by nobles."

It is well known that nobles may be incompetent in other aspects, but when it comes to making money, they are all like gods descended from heaven. They are willing to sell out national interests without hesitation, and each one of them is incredibly brave.

In this respect, capitalists are no less, and may even be more, than capitalists.

However, the ninja world doesn't have the fertile ground for capitalism to take root and flourish.

In the future, Cardo will at best be a ruthless businessman, a capitalist? He's not qualified.

In the ninja world, even ninjas with extraordinary powers have to rely on taking on missions to earn money, while fat and greasy nobles live a comfortable life.

"Ahem, everyone, please calm down." Just as the crowd was getting agitated, the casino owner appeared at the right moment, waving his hand to his men to appease the guests. He then smiled at Igarashi and his gaze automatically moved down to include Sakumo Hatake and the others.

"Esteemed Konoha ninjas, this is a shop under the command of the Akizono Daimyo. If you are short of money, I can offer you one million yen."

Everyone understood his meaning: the Konoha ninjas should stop now.

Otherwise, if the big shot behind our casino sends a letter to the Hokage's desk, you'll be in deep trouble!

Sakumo Hatake was quite troubled, while Tsunade was very interested, her arms crossed, which accentuated her imposing figure.

She was quite curious about how far this unconventional kid would go.

Offend the nobility?

Hehe, let alone a famous name like Ququ, even the ruler of the Land of Fire would consider her a person of status. It's just a nobleman's place, so what if she ruined it?

As for the fifty strings saying that he made ninety-five turns out of one hundred and that the remaining five should not be wasted, she didn't take it seriously.

Even the most ruthless exploitation has different levels; if this standard were applied, these gamblers would go insane.

'Give a ridiculously good offer and then slowly haggle over the price; this kid's pretty capable.'

That's what she thought to herself.

then.

Wu Xian jumped onto the table, grabbed the casino owner by the collar, and said with a grin, "Are you deaf when I say the whole place is handing over 95% of its wealth for world peace?"

The casino owner hadn't expected Fifty Strings to be so reckless. His eyes widened briefly before he snapped in anger: "Kid, don't go too far! Take the money and get out of here!"

This is outrageous!

A group of ninjas who live off the nobility dare to commit such inhumane acts against the nobles' property. I must have the Daimyo write a letter to the Hokage to report this!

Fifty strings raise their right hand.

.

A chakra scalpel extends.

Just then, his shadow clones, which had been sent out to search for casino guests, returned, bringing back several people who looked to be of high status.

"You scoundrel! You lowly commoner! How dare you treat me like this? Do you know who I am?!"

"Damn it, I'll definitely kill you!"

They were nobles.

That arrogant demeanor, coupled with his utter ignorance and foolishness in the face of danger—verification complete, 99% accurate.

Isogen released the casino owner and, under his astonished gaze, accepted a fat, big-eared nobleman handed to him by a shadow clone. He held the nobleman in one hand and a chakra scalpel in the other, with a bright smile.

"Tell me, if a nobleman received a full-body massage at the casino you manage because he didn't pay, how would the powerful figure behind you treat him?"

Brush brush.

Thin slices of meat, as thin as cicada wings, fell like snowflakes under the stunned gazes of the crowd, accompanied by the nobleman's shrill pig squeals.