The Legendary Big Sucker
The night was deep and as black as ink, and even the starlight seemed dim. However, in this quiet town, the gambling den was brightly lit and bustling with noise.
Inside the gambling den, the noise was deafening, like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.
The air was thick with tension and excitement, as if an invisible force was driving everyone, making it hard for them to extricate themselves.
" Big! Big! Big! Big!"
A loud and impassioned shout suddenly pierced the noisy waves, like a thunderclap, slamming heavily onto the gambling table.
The voice carried endless longing and expectation, as if it were challenging fate.
Immediately afterwards, "Small! Small! Small! Ahhhhhh!"
Another shout rang out, not to be outdone, like a surging wave that swept through the entire gambling den.
The gamblers' emotions were instantly ignited; some waved their arms, some stared wide-eyed, and some clenched their fists, as if engaged in a silent contest.
Their faces were filled with tension, anticipation, and greed, as if uttering that one word could change their fate.
Just then, "I won! Hahahaha!"
A sudden cheer erupted, leaving everyone present stunned.
The cheers were like a bolt of lightning, piercing the silence of the night and making people's hearts race.
The man waved his chips excitedly, as if he had won the whole world, while those around him cast envious and jealous glances, as if to say, "Why not me?"
"No!" A desperate cry rang out, filled with endless regret and resentment.
It was the voice of a loser, his face etched with disappointment and despair, as if he had lost all hope.
At the entrance of the gambling den, a woman with light blonde hair took only two steps before attracting the attention of the guards by the door.
They immediately and enthusiastically lifted the curtain, their faces beaming with smiles, and said in a fawning tone, "Please come in, sir."
The woman smiled slightly, nodded to the guards, and then gracefully Earth Flow the gambling den.
Her long hair was neatly combed and tied into a thick ponytail, which made her look both capable and cute.
In the center of her forehead was a distinct Yin Seal, the bluish-purple mark shimmering with an eerie glow in the dim light, giving off a mysterious and eerie aura.
Her eyebrows were short and thin, light brown, and slightly upturned like crescent moons. Her eyes were bright as stars, deep brown, and her lips were light red, slightly upturned. She always had a faint smile on her face, as if she were full of confidence and expectation for everything in the world.
The woman's fingernails were painted with bright red nail polish, making them look clean and neat. Her skin was as white as snow, crystal clear, as if it had never experienced the ravages of wind, frost, rain, and snow, radiating a captivating luster.
She had a full bust and a graceful figure. She wore a long, tea-green robe with black trim. The robe was made of a soft, smooth material. Underneath, she wore a loose, sleeveless top similar to a kimono. The neckline was embroidered with delicate patterns, which subtly revealed the lines of her slender neck. A black cloth belt was tied around her waist, perfectly outlining her small waist.
Her legs were long and slender, and she wore dark blue capri pants with the cuffs slightly rolled up to reveal her fair ankles. She wore black high heels, which made her figure appear even taller and more elegant.
She was carrying a huge box, which was quite large and looked heavy, as if it contained some valuable items.
When the woman entered the gambling den, the once noisy place instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were drawn to her.
Their eyes revealed ill intent, and they began to whisper and murmur amongst themselves.
"Look, look! The legendary Big Sucker is here!" someone whispered excitedly, their voice filled with anticipation and greed.
"I heard that she always loses every bet, how come she is so rich?" someone asked doubtfully, with curiosity and inquiry shining in her eyes.
"She's the granddaughter of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, of course she's rich!" someone replied dismissively, a hint of mockery and sarcasm in their voice.
"The granddaughter of the First Hokage Hashirama Senju?" someone exclaimed. "Then she must be...?"
"Shh, stop talking!" someone said in a tense, low voice, their tone filled with urgency.
As he spoke, he kept a close eye on Tsunade, afraid of missing a single detail. Then, in a hurried tone, he added, "Look at her suitcase, it's definitely full of money! We absolutely can't let her know our true situation; we have to find a way to rip her off and make her cough up all the money!"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Tsunade, their eyes gleaming with greed and excitement. Their eyes seemed to be scrutinizing a lamb to the slaughter, hoping to extract more wealth from her.
Tsunade naturally noticed the whispers around her, but she didn't get angry; she just frowned slightly.
She knew perfectly well what these people were doing—it was nothing more than human curiosity and greed.
She didn't intend to take it too seriously, after all, her purpose in coming here was simply to enjoy the thrill of gambling.
Without hesitation, Tsunade Earth Flow the center of the gambling den and came to a table where people were playing dice.
She gracefully placed the box she was carrying gently on the table, and the atmosphere in the gambling den instantly became heavy, as if time had stood still.
In the ensuing silence, everyone's gaze involuntarily fell upon the long-forgotten box.
Tsunade smiled slightly, then gently extended her finger and slowly pushed open the lid of the box. As the lid slowly rose, a dazzling light spilled out, instantly illuminating the entire room.
When the box lid was fully opened, neatly stacked bundles of banknotes appeared before everyone's eyes, exuding an intoxicating aura, as if possessing endless charm.
The wealth inside the box was like a powerful magnet, drawing everyone's attention and making them unable to tear themselves away.
Everyone's eyes widened to the extreme, their eyeballs almost popping out, and the corners of their mouths involuntarily turned up, revealing a greedy look.
"Wow, so much money!" Finally, someone couldn't help but exclaim, their voice filled with shock and desire. This number was astronomical for those present, exceeding the limits of their imagination.
"How did she manage to make so much money?" another person asked in a low voice, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and inquiry.
"No matter how she earned it, this money is now ours!" someone shouted excitedly, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.
Five or six men sat down and formed a tight circle around the table.
Tsunade sat quietly to the side, her eyes burning like flames, as if she had already foreseen the impending victory.
She silently cheered herself on: Tonight, I will definitely win!
When the person running the betting operation saw the money in Tsunade's box, a glint of greed flashed in their eyes. This enormous fortune was undoubtedly a huge temptation, enough to entice anyone.
But he quickly composed himself, his expression returning to normal, and continued shaking the dice cup in his hand as if nothing had happened, his movements steady and powerful, seemingly unaffected by the wealth before him.
After everyone had placed their bets, he asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, are you all ready?"
"Ready!"
"Let's begin!"
"Hurry, hurry!"
The gamblers answered eagerly.
With a crisp clatter, the dice danced in the air. Tsunade silently stared at where the dice landed, her heart pounding faster, yet her expression remained calm, as if everything was under her control.
"Open!" With this command, the final landing point of the dice was revealed to everyone.
The gamblers immediately cheered; some jumped up in excitement, while others clapped and shouted with joy. The whole scene was filled with jubilation.
However, Tsunade's expression turned extremely ugly, her ashen face revealing her inner disappointment and anger.
She clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the dice, cursing silently in her heart.
However, she quickly adjusted her mindset, telling herself, "It's okay, it's okay, this is just the beginning."
However, as the number of bets increased, Tsunade's expression grew increasingly grim.
Her confident smile had vanished, replaced by a look of seriousness and anxiety.
She didn't win a single game!
Each bet felt like a nightmare, weighing heavily on her mind.
The gamblers began to whisper among themselves; some mocked her bad luck, while others speculated whether she had lost all her money.
These comments reached Tsunade's ears, making her feel ashamed, but she couldn't refute them.
After all, the facts are clear: she did lose badly.
When Tsunade finally had only a few chips left, the dealer asked with a smile, "Still want to gamble?" His voice carried a hint of mockery and provocation.
These words were like a thorn, deeply wounding Tsunade's heart.
She looked up, her gaze meeting the waiter's, and saw the mockery in his eyes.
Tsunade, a resolute glint in her eyes. She knew this was her last chance, and she couldn't give it up easily.
"Bet! Why not bet? We have to bet!" Tsunade placed all her chips on the table.