Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 592 X Ray Vision To Cheat

Darian’s father wavered briefly, but his mother’s decision to produce another twenty thousand dollars in cash invigorated Darian, providing him with a surge of newfound confidence.

He laughed openly, checked the current time, and proposed, "Let’s play until one in the morning. Shall we cap it at forty dollars? If we run low on cash, we can just perform direct transfers."

It was right then that Nancy returned, depositing twenty thousand dollars in cash onto the tabletop.

Everyone had assumed that since Daniel was absent, his wife would follow suit and depart, but instead, she settled herself right beside Luis.

More audacious still, Luis—cigarette dangling from his lips—tilted his head and commanded, "Big sister, I’m parched. Go get me a cold can of beer."

"They don't stock your preferred brand here. I’ll make a trip back home to grab it for you."

The room sat in stunned silence as the goddess, usually so cold and unreachable, displayed such submissive attentiveness. She actually made a detour back to Darlan’s villa just to fetch Luis his favorite beverage.

Upon returning, she sat quietly by his side, her gentle demeanor feeling entirely surreal to the onlookers.

Everyone recalled how, when Daniel played, she would constantly criticize him for smoking and demand he stop drinking. She had always been a forceful woman, yet now she acted like a docile, timid lamb.

Darian shook off his shock, and his expression toward Luis became noticeably more hostile.

Clearly, the other men had spent plenty of time fantasizing about this ethereal sister-in-law. Regardless of whether an affair existed, Nancy’s current attitude was enough to deeply agitate them.

Darian drew a fresh deck of cards and spoke coldly, "Fine, let’s begin. Forty-dollar cap. This is a brand-new deck."

With those words, he shuffled the cards, demonstrating a familiarity with gambling. He allowed the others to cut the deck, injecting a sense of formality into the affair.

"Ding… Do you wish to trade two random mystery boxes for the exclusive skill: The Gambler's X-ray Vision?"

Only two random mystery boxes remained in the System inventory. A trade would leave absolutely nothing left besides the Aphrodisiac Incense (for men) and the Momotaro Rice Ball.

Two mystery boxes could be used for vital life-saving skills or impressive stunts during a crisis. Wasting them on a fool like this would be egregious.

Furthermore, how much profit was truly at stake? Honestly, losing didn’t even bother him. Sacrificing two mystery boxes for this would be pure madness.

"No!!"

Luis rejected the prompt immediately. With millions sitting in his account, minor losses were meaningless. He would never squander such valuable resources on these people.

Especially regarding his wife—while sleeping with an elegant, reserved married woman was indeed satisfying, she wasn't on the System’s mission list. For that reason, Luis felt no burning desire to cheat.

The cards were dealt, and Darian smirked, gesturing toward Luis. "Hey, live-in son-in-law, you open the betting."

"Then make it forty dollars!!"

Luis tossed fifty into the center of the table. The others hesitated, realizing they were dealing with someone who truly meant business.

The rules were simple. In the first round, players had to stay blind, meaning they placed bets without seeing their cards. Usually, this was just a small, ceremonial sum.

Despite the restriction against looking, Luis had immediately hit the cap on the very first hand of the night.

Darian followed suit. "Fine, I’ll match that. If you don't know how to play, just leave after this. That way you won't lose your shirt and claim I swindled you."

Luis just offered a silent smile. The first round put everyone on edge; a fifty-dollar stake just to start was steep.

Previously, when the minimum was one dollar and the cap was twenty, many players couldn't even manage to win that much in a single round. Their mindsets were shifting rapidly.

By the second round, common sense dictated looking at their cards, but Luis casually stated, "I’ll play blind again!"

With a fifty-dollar cap, a blind bet was fifty, whereas looking at your hand would require a hundred-dollar bet.

The players reacted with visible shock. Most opted to check their cards, and even those who caught an Ace folded after lingering uncertainty.

A stout man gritted his teeth and matched the blind, throwing in a hundred without raising. Darian’s expression soured, but to preserve his pride, he mirrored the move, throwing in fifty to keep the blind play going.

"Keep going. Blind fifty!"

Luis spoke without blinking, his hands kept far from his cards.

After Darian finally checked his hand, he was stunned. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "Have you been drinking too much? If you lack any skill, just go to bed."

Normally, a peak at the cards triggered everyone else to do the same before raising based on the strength of their hands, with weak players immediately folding.

But in the second round, few kept playing blind. Doing so usually implied cheating or mere antagonism.

Luis’s refusal to touch his cards left the others feeling annoyed and helpless. He just smoked and drank, adding a taunt: "Cousin, whether I choose to play blind in a round of Golden Flower is my business, isn't it? Is this something I need to debate with you?"

Darian felt incredibly awkward. To maintain his image, he forced himself to play another round blind.

After finally checking his cards, the stout man hesitated, threw in eighty dollars, and initiated a psychological game. "If you’ve got a weapon, use it. I’m confident I can take on two blind players."

By the third round, Darian couldn't hold out any longer; he checked his cards, cursed his luck, and folded.

Only Luis and the stout man remained. Luis didn't want to torment him further. He picked up his cards and felt a bit deflated.

A pair of twos. Better than a high card, but the weakest of all pairs. It was a frustrating hand.

"Right, let’s see what you’ve got!"

Unwilling to fold, Luis tossed in eighty dollars with a friendly smile. "I’ll call. Let’s consider this money donated to the pot."

The stout man started, then shook his head and threw his cards down. He laughed, "It’s yours. Take the winnings!!"

Daniel, initially stunned, realized what happened and pointed at the stout man, cursing, "You degenerate! You were bluffing! I folded with a pair of threes!"

The stout man just smiled, ignoring him. Luis gathered the winnings, and to his surprise, Nancy casually claimed the pile, humming a melody as she organized the scattered bills.

She said cheerfully, "A triumphant start! You’re going to empty the table tonight."

"Haha, I’ll certainly try!"

Luis wasn't much of a gambler. Whether it was cards or mahjong, he lacked the patience for lengthy sessions. He would prefer to play a game, have a drink, or watch some television.

That didn't equate to ignorance about the game, however. Having navigated the world from a young age, he had encountered all types of people.

Having worked in an auto repair shop, a melting pot of characters, Luis had picked up enough to play, though he wasn't a master.

He wasn't a cinematic god of gambling, but he knew the tricks. While he couldn't guarantee victory, he was an expert at getting under people's skin and manipulating their state of mind.

The game dragged on until one o'clock, when Darian’s father finally declared, "That’s enough. Time for bed."

"What… let’s play more!"

Darian chugged the remainder of his beer. His face was darkened by frustration, his eyes bloodshot from losses, and the alcohol had left him clearly inebriated.