OBS Chapter 671 Continue
Chapter 671 Continue
"Don't even think about sneaking out, otherwise..." She didn't finish her sentence, but the powerful chakra fluctuations and the cracked rock wall were enough to explain everything.
Zhang Hai stared at the bottomless fist imprint, a chill running down his spine. Tsunade's monstrous strength was indeed legendary; if she was truly determined to stop him, he feared he wouldn't be able to force his way through. Knowing that a direct confrontation wouldn't work, he quickly changed his expression, adopting a pitiful look.
“Tsunade…” Zhang Hai’s voice became low and hoarse, with a hint of grievance and pleading, “Please, have mercy and let me out for a day. I really have an emergency, my friend… he might really be in trouble. I promise, I’ll only be out for a day, I won’t stay any longer, and I won’t attract anyone’s attention.” He tried to gain Tsunade’s sympathy by showing weakness.
However, Tsunade simply stared at him coldly, her face unmoved. "Stop pretending, that won't work on me."
Seeing that feigning helplessness was ineffective, Zhang Hai's expression instantly changed. His eyes sharpened, and his tone became serious and earnest, even carrying a hint of genuine emotion. "Tsunade, we've known each other for so long, you should know me. The people around me are all people I value. My friend, he's a proud and powerful artist, and he would never ask me for help unless he was truly in dire straits. I can't just stand by and watch him fall into danger." His voice carried a hint of urgency and pleading, "Please... don't let me lose my friend."
He tried to win Tsunade over with friendship, knowing that she valued friendship and family ties very much.
However, Tsunade merely sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, yet she remained unmoved. "Hmph, I'm sick and tired of your act." She crossed her arms, a touch of mockery in her voice. "We've known each other for so long, I know your personality inside and out. First you play the victim, then you invoke friendship, then you resort to threats and inducements… You think I'd fall for that? You're completely immune to that!"
Tsunade's answer left Zhang Hai feeling somewhat defeated. He hadn't expected Tsunade to understand him so well, completely immune to his attacks. He looked at the little bird trapped within the barrier, his heart filled with anxiety. Since neither gentle persuasion nor force had worked, he had no choice but to try another approach.
Zhang Hai's mind raced, various plans flashing through his head. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.
"Fine, since you won't let me go out, then we'll just kill time here." Zhang Hai didn't say anything more, and he turned and went into his room.
Tsunade watched Zhang Hai's retreating figure as he entered the room, a cold smile playing on her lips. She assumed Zhang Hai had finally given up struggling and intended to stay obediently in his room. So, she moved a chair over and sat directly in front of Zhang Hai's door, waiting to ambush him and completely thwart his attempt to sneak out. She even poured herself a cup of tea, leisurely sipping it, preparing to mock him properly when he emerged.
However, not long after, Zhang Hai's door opened again. He didn't obediently come out as Tsunade had expected. Instead, he carried a tray with dice, playing cards, mahjong tiles, a bottle of wine, and two wine glasses neatly arranged on it. He strolled out of the room, placed the tray on the ground opposite Tsunade, and sat down cross-legged.
Tsunade nearly dropped her teacup at the sight before her. "These...these are..." Her gaze shifted to the gambling paraphernalia, her expression instantly becoming complex. A barely suppressed excitement flickered in her amber eyes. Gambling was the most irresistible temptation ingrained in her.
"What? Lady Tsunade, not want to play a couple of rounds?" Zhang Hai's voice carried a hint of amusement. He picked up a deck of cards and skillfully shuffled them, making a "clattering" sound. That sound was like the whisper of a devil, slowly eroding Tsunade's sanity.
Tsunade suppressed her inner excitement and tried her best to remain calm. She cleared her throat, but still stubbornly said, "Hmph! Do you think I'll fall for your tricks? I won't gamble with you! Don't try to lower my guard with such a tactic!" However, her eyes remained fixed on the gambling equipment, and the longing in her eyes betrayed her true thoughts.
"Oh? Is that so?" Zhang Hai's lips curled into a playful smile. He saw through Tsunade's stubborn but soft-hearted nature, knowing that her deep-seated desire for gambling had quietly ignited like wildfire.
"I just felt too much pressure from research and wanted to relax a bit," Zhang Hai said slowly, then ignored Tsunade and started playing by himself.
First, he picked up the dice, gently shaking them in his hand, making a crisp sound. Then, he placed the dice bowl on the table, tapped it a few times, and then abruptly flipped it off. Looking at the dice rolls, he smiled contentedly, as if he were truly just amusing himself. Next, he picked up a deck of cards, skillfully shuffling and dealing them, and then started playing Texas Hold'em by himself. He spoke to his "opponents" in the air, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes laughing triumphantly, perfectly portraying the image of a gambler. Finally, he even set out a mahjong set, drawing and playing cards alone, muttering to himself, as if he were battling a group of unseen card players.
In the entire underground laboratory, only the sounds of Zhang Hai playing with gambling equipment, along with his occasional laughter and sighs, filled the air. Tsunade sat by the door, initially intending to continue pretending to be unmoved, but as time passed, the crisp sound of dice, the clatter of playing cards, the clinking of mahjong tiles, and Zhang Hai's occasional "mutterings to himself" were like a demonic cacophony, gradually eroding her inner defenses.
Watching Zhang Hai so engrossed in his game, her gambling addiction ignited like a fuse, spreading rapidly within her. Her gaze began to wander, and several times she tried to look away, but couldn't help stealing glances at the gambling paraphernalia in Zhang Hai's hands.
Finally, Tsunade couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up abruptly, sighed heavily, and then sat down opposite Zhang Hai, her face showing a reluctant expression.
"Honestly! Seeing you playing so pitifully all by yourself, I'll take pity on you and play a couple of rounds with you!" Tsunade said tough words, but her eyes were completely drawn to the gambling equipment. She picked up a deck of cards and skillfully shuffled them, her movements even faster than Zhang Hai's.
A barely perceptible smile curved Zhang Hai's lips. The fish had taken the bait.
"Since we're going to play, there should be some stakes, right?" A sly glint flashed in Zhang Hai's eyes. He pointed to the wine pot and cups beside him and suggested, "How about this: the loser drinks a cup of wine for every round they lose?"