Chapter 300: god of gambling NO, Fat Sheep YES! (Patreon)

On the plane-

Charles and Tsunade sat face to face, each with a dice cup in front of them.

"Are you sure you want to gamble with me?"

Tsunade rolled up the sleeves on her arms and said, "Quit the nonsense and come on. Today, I'll show you how powerful the name of the god of gambling is."

Charles's mouth twitched; the god of gambling, more like the Fat Sheep.

"Just because you say you're a god of gambling, I'll show you what a real god of gambling is."

While talking, Charles took out a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and imitated the cool style of the imitator god of gambling, Gao Jin. He picked up the dice cup and started shaking it.

The actions were extremely cool, looking very impressive (after shaking it aimlessly for a while), Charles smoothly placed the dice cup on the table and then extended his hand, signaling Tsunade to go.

Tsunade picked up the dice cup and shook it wildly, making the dice clatter loudly, as if she wanted to shake the dice to pieces.

After shaking for almost a minute, Tsunade finally placed the dice cup on the table.

"Roll!"

Seeing Tsunade say 'roll,' Charles didn't dilly-dally either, and directly opened his own dice cup. 2, 2, 3, seven small.

Seeing Charles's modest seven points, Tsunade burst into laughter, "Hahaha, you're definitely going to lose with that."

"With your skills, you call yourself a god of gambling? I bet even a sheep can shake better than you."

Charles shrugged, indifferent. Anyway, no matter how he shook, he would win. The only way Tsunade could turn the tide was if she sacrificed a relative.

"Don't look at just seven points, but I've got you, Tsunade!"

Tsunade disdainfully rolled her eyes, then opened her own dice cup. However, the excitement on her face disappeared instantly.

1, 1, 2, four points small.

Seeing the result in front of him, Charles couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha, I told you I got you."

"I'm willing to admit defeat. Stick your head over!"

Tsunade didn't evade; after all, it was only the first round she lost. She then propped her hands on the table and stuck her head in front of Charles.

Both of them had bet their forehead. The loser would get their forehead flicked.

Seeing the pure white forehead exposed in front of him, and the snowy white skin revealed by Tsunade bending over, Charles cruelly extended his finger and flicked Tsunade's forehead.

"Thud!"

Charles didn't hold back at all, giving Tsunade a fierce forehead flick. Instantly, a red mark appeared on the spotless white head.

"Ouch!"

"You, you really don't know how to hold back!"

"You're doomed!"

Pepper Potts, sitting aside, watched the two who were playing enthusiastically. She couldn't help but think of Tony, the rascal. Indeed, people's joys and sorrows were not the same.

She turned on the television.

Immediately, she saw the senator from the hearing on the news channel, talking confidently:

"It's unbelievable. This proves that his technology has been imitated, but he still acts like a headless fly."

"He treats Iron Man like a toy. Mr. Stark was very determined at the hearing, stating that at least in the next five to ten years, the Iron Man armor will not appear anywhere."

"But we saw it in Monaco."

At this moment, Tony held two cakes in his hands, standing inside the cabin door. Although he didn't step out, he could see the news on the television.

Sure enough, trouble had come, just not expected to be this fast. In less than a day, enemies had appeared.

"Mute!"

As Tony spoke, the sound on the television also went silent.

"Seriously, he should give me a medal."

Tony walked in, placed a cake in front of Pepper Potts' table, and then put another one on the table in front of Charles.

Looking at the cakes in front of him, Charles smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Seeing the knife and fork Tony placed on the side, Charles said to Tsunade, "How about tasting Mr. Stark's craftsmanship first?"

"Don't try to escape. We can eat this stuff later, but I must win back what I lost just now. We continue."

As she spoke, Tsunade placed the cake on the empty table nearby.

Hearing Charles's words, Pepper Potts, looking at Tony sitting in front of her, asked in surprise, "Did you make these?"

"Yes, what do you think I've been doing for the past three hours on the plane?"

Looking at the man in front of her, Pepper Potts did not show any happy smile. Instead, she calmly said, "Tony, what are you hiding from me?"

"I just don't want to go home."

"Cancel my birthday arrangement. Since everyone is in Europe, we can go to Venice for a vacation."

"I think Charles and the others probably won't mind."

At this moment, Charles and Tsunade were shaking dice. Hearing Tony mention him, Charles waved his hand and said, "I have no objections. Tony, as long as you're happy."

Charles thought about it; going on vacation to Venice would be great. On the beach, he might get to see Tsunade in a bikini or summer swimsuit. That would be a nice choice.

With Charles's approval, Tony spoke again, "You see, Charles agrees too. Do you remember that place?"

Pepper Potts showed a slight smile, "Oh, of course."

"Living there is good for physical and mental health."

"But Tony, now is not the right time. There's a mess to clean up."

Tony persuaded, "Exactly, that's why now is the perfect time."

Pepper Potts refused, "This, as the CEO, I have to attend important company events."

"As the CEO, you have the authority to take a vacation."

"During this critical time?"

Tony spoke, "We just need to recharge ourselves, and we'll come up with a solution."

Pepper Potts refused, "Not everyone can survive on batteries, Tony."

Tony was momentarily speechless at Pepper Potts' words. At this moment, Tsunade, who was sitting beside them, was impatient.

"What's all this fuss about? Since you don't want to go on vacation, there's still a birthday party, right?"

"We can relax the same way!"

Seeing Tsunade speak up suddenly, Tony was left speechless. Finally, he stretched out his hands and said, "Okay, okay, there will be a birthday party."

"At that time, both you and Charles must come."

Tsunade extended one hand and waved, "Got it, you talk too much."

Tsunade picked up the dice cup again, looked at Charles, and said, "Continue, don't stop. I don't believe I can't beat you."

The plane soared in the sky. At this moment, the sun outside the window had turned fiery red, and the evening glow outside the window was exceptionally beautiful.