"Madam, would you like to continue calling?"
"Of course. Deal again!"
Even late at night, the city was still illuminated by all kinds of lights. Inside the casinos especially, this was when things truly became lively.
Once the stakes reached tens of millions of dollars, the casino's dealers would recommend players to higher-level tables.
Tsunade was invited precisely because she had been spending lavishly downstairs. In the eyes of the wealthy, the amounts in the main hall were like mosquito bites—far too little to be worth their time.
However, entering the private-room games also meant Tsunade lost money much faster. According to Hyuga Mirai's original estimate, one hundred million dollars should have let her play for at least two days. Yet before even one night had passed, she was down to just over ten million.
After Tsunade spoke, the dealer continued dealing. She glanced at her cards and immediately knew she had lost again—busted, while the other side had exactly twenty.
"Damn it, I don't believe it. Again!" Tsunade said angrily. If she lost all the money in a single day, it would be awkward to ask Hyuga Mirai for more. Even though the money was with No. 18, Tsunade—like Ayaka—didn't get along with No. 18 at all. Getting money from her was nearly impossible.
"Hahaha, it's rare to meet someone this interesting. Go on, dealer."
The man across from her was clearly ill-intentioned. Faced with a rich, beautiful, and gambling-addicted woman like Tsunade, it was hard for anyone to look away. Her charm only grew with time; aside from her temper and personality, she practically had no flaws.
After two more rounds, Tsunade lost everything on the table. She stood there like a gray stone statue, stunned. Not even a full night had passed, and she had lost it all. Going back like this—
"Forget it. I'm done playing."
With no money left, Tsunade had no intention of staying. She still had some loose cash on her, enough to go out and find something to eat.
"You're leaving already, madam? This room is booked until dawn. Leaving midway will give the remaining players a real headache."
A cigar-smoking middle-aged man at the table spoke up. The malice coming off him was so obvious that even the dealer could feel it.
He then added, "Help our lady back to the table. Let's continue tonight's game."
As soon as he finished speaking, two black-clad bodyguards approached Tsunade, preparing to force her back into her seat. The dealer was about to intervene, but before she could speak, the cigar-smoking man cut her off. "Don't say anything. Even if Fitch were here, the rules apply. Until the time's up, the game can't be dissolved."
"Get lost."
Before the man could finish, the blonde woman he had been plotting against lifted both bodyguards at once. She slammed one straight into the wall, and the other flew toward him, smashing into the cigar-smoking man and sending him rolling across the floor.
"Don't bother me."
After issuing a warning, Tsunade flung the two bodyguards away. Seeing the others still ready to move, she kicked the gambling table flying. The table, weighing over a thousand pounds, was sent crashing into the remaining guards.
"Winning money and still harboring dirty thoughts—this is what you get. Hmph!"
With that, Tsunade turned and left. The dealers in the casino were stunned. Only after she exited did one hurriedly notify management. When the manager arrived, all he could do was call an ambulance, cursing the cigar-smoking man's stupidity in his heart.
Was someone who could lose a hundred million dollars in one night an ordinary person? The dealer had been new and foolish. At a time like that, the casino should have intervened decisively to stop the conflict, saving both parties.
Instead, things ended like this. The man lying on the ground was named Karan, a well-known Las Vegas tourism tycoon—though far from clean behind the scenes. As for the woman who lost a hundred million dollars in one night without caring much, it was clear that between the two, someone was bound to die.
After leaving the casino, Tsunade wandered the streets for a while. Las Vegas had no shortage of food, drink, and entertainment—but all of it cost money. The cash she had on hand was only enough for an extra-large burger and a can of cola.
After strolling around for a bit, Tsunade memorized the locations of several other large casinos, planning to come back another time. Then she headed back.
Kurenai Yuhi and Hyuga Mirai weren't interested in gambling, so they had gone elsewhere and should already be back at the hotel. The three had booked the top floor of a hotel. They usually had a dedicated driver, but Tsunade disliked having people around while gambling, so she had declined.
When Tsunade crept back, the top floor was indeed dark. Although they could go a month or two without sleeping, only Hyuga Mirai did that regularly due to research. The others still kept normal sleeping habits.
She quietly opened the door, about to sneak off to the side room for a shower, when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped tightly around her slim waist from behind.
"So you lost all the money and decided to sneak back?"
Hearing the voice, Tsunade knew her plan had failed. But she couldn't admit she had lost so much in one night, so she stubbornly replied, "How could I lose it all? I just thought that casino's games were boring, so I came back to rest. I'll switch places tomorrow and keep playing!"
"Really? Then which valiant female ninja knocked this guy out tonight?"
As Hyuga Mirai spoke, a projection appeared beside them, replaying the scene of Tsunade kicking the gambling table into the air and walking away stylishly.
"You already know, so why ask?"
In the dim, unlit room, Tsunade scolded him with a flushed face. Her reaction wasn't because she'd been exposed, but because the hands on her waist were far from well-behaved, slowly moving upward. Her figure was genuinely full, and before long, she was already reacting.
'This bastard is using medical ninjutsu for this…'
Tsunade endured the strange sensations rising from her waist as she thought this. Medical ninjutsu could stimulate cells and nerves, and Hyuga Mirai was continuously applying subtle, unbroken chakra stimulation, making the pleasure come in waves while constantly testing her endurance.
"I'm telling you… mm… stop it… enough—"
Tsunade let out a soft breath, then quickly suppressed the sound, her breathing growing a little heavier. This jerk was far too skilled—she almost couldn't hold back just now.
"You bastard—"
Before she could finish, her mouth was sealed. Two agile tongues tangled, and after a moment, a clear, glistening thread was drawn between them. All her complaints vanished as Hyuga Mirai lifted her up and carried her toward the bathroom.
"Tsunade, this presidential suite prepared a lot of outfits. Later I'll help you—"
Hyuga Mirai whispered by her ear while continuing to stimulate her body with medical ninjutsu. Tsunade's eyes were already slightly unfocused with comfort, yet she still held on to a trace of resolve.
"No. Last time was the last time—mm, again? You bastard~"
"There's no one else here, Princess Tsunade. Ever since Yoko grew up, it's been a long time…"
The sounds in the living room gradually faded as the scene shifted to the bathroom. Before long, the sound of running water could be heard, along with Tsunade's muffled moans as she tried to suppress them.
"This one won't do, it's too revealing—you'll just mess around~"
"Then hurry up, this swimsuit is really tight."
Fortunately, the soundproofing was good, and Kurenai Yuhi was already sleeping contentedly. Otherwise, hearing this, she would definitely have joined in, taking advantage of Tsunade from top to bottom.
The next morning, Hyuga Mirai stretched comfortably, secretly reminding himself to focus on serious matters from now on and stop indulging like this. But Tsunade had only unlocked two outfits so far, and the goal wasn't fully achieved yet. Becoming disciplined now felt a bit unsatisfying.
After Kurenai Yuhi woke up, the two ate breakfast together. The food was quite good—given the price, it was obviously prepared with care.
While eating, Kurenai Yuhi smiled and asked, "Did Tsunade-onee come back?"
"Yes. She's resting. She'll probably sneak out to gamble again tonight. Kurenai, where do you want to go today?" Hyuga Mirai replied. As for the man from the casino last night, he had disappeared several hours ago.
"Let's go somewhere else and take a look. It's rare for you to have so much free time."
Compared to physical pleasure, Kurenai Yuhi likely valued the time Hyuga Mirai spent with her even more. She needed to make up for the best years lost after defecting. Of course, she wouldn't immerse herself only in pleasure—she also devoted plenty of time to researching genjutsu.
During breakfast, Hyuga Mirai also checked the messages sent by No. 18. Aside from the Infinity Stones, the only thing on Earth that slightly interested him was vibranium.
However, he wasn't a materials specialist. If Sasori were here, he would surely try every means to attack Wakanda, but Hyuga Mirai had no intention of spending time on that.
Vibranium was precious, but he had no plans to upgrade his spaceship materials anytime soon.
Future Pharmaceuticals had now become a major topic in America. Its bold and transparent clinical trials attracted a lot of attention. Although many people remained skeptical, patient information was almost fully disclosed, and daily health data changes were visible.
If Future Pharmaceuticals wasn't falsifying its data, then it truly had developed special drugs capable of treating these near-"incurable" diseases.
Many people began collecting the medical records of the trial participants and quietly observing the clinical data. In their view, even if only half of the four hundred patients were cured, the market for these four drugs would be enormous.
However, many high-level figures in America were curious. Such a powerful biopharmaceutical company seemed to have appeared out of thin air, with no prior reputation at all.
Some bolder parties had already come seeking investment partnerships, but all were rejected by No. 18.
In a luxury seaside villa in Los Angeles, Tony Stark had just finished a physical examination and received bad news. The discomfort he'd felt days earlier wasn't an accident—there really was something wrong with his body.
"Jarvis, have you analyzed it?"
"Sir, your symptoms indicate palladium poisoning. The source is the reactor in your chest. I'm currently searching for curative options, but it would be best to consult specialists regarding your condition."
Tony Stark shook his head. "Lock down this information, Jarvis. First, search all related cases."
Palladium was the core element supplying energy to the reactor, and the reactor was necessary to keep the shrapnel in his body from moving. It couldn't be stopped.
"Sir, there are currently no relevant curative cases. However, chlorophyll can suppress the spread of palladium in your body. Given your current condition, it's recommended to maintain an intake of twenty ounces per day."
After speaking, Jarvis displayed cases of chlorophyll suppressing palladium for Tony Stark to review.
"This 'incurable disease' has no cure worldwide, but recently a biopharmaceutical company announced it has developed special drugs for four incurable diseases. With their research capabilities, there might be hope for a cure."
Special drugs for four incurable diseases?
Tony Stark was hearing this for the first time. He had Jarvis pull up all the information on the company. After a brief look, he, like many others, thought the company was just making a splash. But knowing Jarvis wouldn't lie, he continued reading.
The first human clinical trials had already been underway for over a month. Aside from cancer, the other three diseases had already seen many cured cases. Volunteers who completed the trials had gone to five authoritative hospitals for examinations and presented diagnoses from multiple doctors.
They were truly cured. Whether diabetes or other incurable diseases, this wasn't suppression—the conditions had genuinely disappeared from the patients' bodies.
"Jarvis, when did America get such a powerful biopharmaceutical company?"
Even without involvement in biotech, Tony Stark knew how difficult progress in this field was. Conquering four incurable diseases at once represented at least thousands of experiments.
"Eight months ago, sir."
"Not a shell company, Jarvis. Who's behind their research team? I need detailed information."
"Unable to retrieve, sir. Future Biopharmaceuticals has an extremely strong internal firewall. No internal information can be collected. From employee chats, it's known that the CEO is named Kaguya. Other details are unavailable."
"Kaguya? Sounds like a mythological name."
Tony Stark shrugged jokingly. A firewall even Jarvis couldn't breach—did the other side also have an AI like his?
"Continue searching for alternatives to palladium. Also, help me send a request for a visit to this company. Do they need investment, Jarvis?"
"They've already rejected twelve venture capital firms, sir. If you intend to pursue this, you'll likely be rejected as well. Future Biopharmaceuticals doesn't lack funds. Over the past eight months, aside from the initial two billion dollars used to register the company, an additional five hundred million dollars has been injected into its accounts every month."
"Oh, they really are rich."
Tony Stark scratched his head. Still not richer than him, but it proved the company had substantial financial backing—there was no way to pressure them through investment or an IPO.
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