The atmosphere between Xuan Zhe and Tsunade was already tense enough to snap.
With every step Tsunade took toward the small wooden house, the tension in Xuan Zhe's heart tightened another notch.
As a Medical Ninja, her sensory abilities were no joke.
Following her like this, Xuan Zhe could not actually stop much of anything.
The small wooden house was so damn tiny that hiding anything was practically a pipe dream.
Besides, this house was Xuan Zhe's home base, and Tsunade often spent the night here too.
They both knew exactly which floorboards had problems.
Xuan Zhe intended to protect this hard-earned stash of money even if it killed him.
But Tsunade would not give him an ounce of consideration.
She lifted the bed boards straight up and formed hand seals to dispel the genjutsu.
A thick stack of banknotes appeared among the weeds piled beneath the boards.
Judging by their quantity and denominations, they were enough to pay off all of Tsunade's gambling debts.
One glance at the stack was enough for Tsunade to get a figure in mind.
She had dealt with banknotes for years; running her fingers through them was enough to estimate seventy or eighty percent of the total.
Watching her, Xuan Zhe silently marveled.
This woman's brain worked as nimbly as an abacus, which made it hard for someone like him, who could not even be bothered with two-digit addition and subtraction, to feel impressed.
Neither in his previous life nor in this one could he have rattled off the total in one go.
Seeing that Tsunade's eyes were practically glowing green as she stared at the money, Xuan Zhe hurriedly reached out and pushed her outside.
Every extra second she stayed put his banknotes in greater danger.
Who knew what this woman might do