“Th-this… Is that so?”
After listening to Layla’s analysis, Keti nodded thoughtfully. Not bad, she thought, Layla’s intel sounded highly reliable—there didn’t seem to be any traps set for them.
Of course, the purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister quietly lifted the corners of her mouth. After all… she didn’t want Keti and her group to lose either~
Because Layla could tell: although this pink-haired girl obviously depended a lot on Lynn, she still belonged to the rather reserved type.
To find an excuse on the spot and send her to the private casino box with Lynn… the chances of succeeding by just suggesting it directly were probably slim.
Moreover, if she took the initiative to bring it up, it might actually make the other party more cautious. So… that wouldn’t work.
So… in concrete terms, the purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister’s plan was like this: use tonight’s opportunity to let the two of them grow closer as quickly as possible.
The best way was to make them cooperate in a game and win a few rounds together.
Then… she herself, as a bunny girl, would keep egging them on to celebrate their victories, and use the mood to get the two of them to drink more low-alcohol drinks.
Most people are hardly wary of these types of drinks, since they’re low-proof after all, and no one worries about losing control after drinking them. But, if you drink too much, you’ll still get drunk.
Besides, these drinks actually contained some special ingredients, specifically to make gamblers here want to take the bunny girls into the private rooms. Only, you needed to drink enough for it to work.
When the two of them were all riled up, their guard lowered to the max, she’d then quietly suggest Lynn take the pink-haired girl into the private room. At that point… what would happen? Who could guess.
By then… she’d take Keti and barge right in for a classic “catching them in the act”!
Pfft pfft pfft—
Naturally, Layla was hoping Lynn would win a few more rounds. After all, if they lost all their spirit, they probably wouldn’t be in the mood for another game.
But… the purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister overlooked one thing…
Lynn’s goal wasn’t just to win a couple of rounds for fun—he wanted… to win back five hundred thousand!
Ahem… more precisely, he wanted to help the kitten win five hundred thousand, move her deeply, not only helping her out when she was in trouble, but also even helping her pay back the money she owed him.
Why not just write off her debt? Because… he wanted to date the kitten. Ahem.
That’s all there is to it.
As for Keti, she was also thinking about this.
After hearing all the personal info on this Mr. Obohard, although she did feel he might be some kind of god of fortune, he… actually wasn’t a particularly good option.
After all, in order not to end up as a maid for her archrival’s family, she still needed to win five hundred thousand.
And the biggest problem with this nouveau riche uncle was… he wasn’t willing to place big bets!
From Layla’s words just now, he seemed to quit every time after losing just a little. This kind of personality… honestly, Keti admired it.
The thing gamblers fear most is getting carried away; once that happens, it’s basically the prelude to losing everything.
But… if that was the case, there was no way Keti could win that much money off him. That was five hundred thousand Dinars! How could you scrape that together in one night with just small fry bets?
The silver-haired beauty had limited time, okay!
Frustrated, Keti was about to ask her archrival to have Layla introduce another easy mark, when Lynn instead calmly smiled and said:
“He’s the type who likes to talk technique, right? And he found a gold mine, so… he should be able to bring out five hundred thousand in chips, right?”
“He could, but… that guy’s never lost more than a hundred thousand in a single night. Once he hits that amount, he stops right away.”
Layla tilted her head, not understanding why Lynn would mention such a specific number. The archrival also nodded and grinned mischievously:
“Then, let’s go with him!”
“Alright~ So, what game? Do we need to discuss it with him? But like I said, it’s best to pick games with a large luck component. The more dice, the better… don’t pick one that’s all about skill.”
“Hmm… There’s no game in the casino that’s pure skill anyway…”
Sylvia muttered quietly from the side. Layla immediately gave an awkward laugh—true enough.
“No need, let’s just pick his best, favorite game!”
“Eh?!”
Lynn’s sudden choice left all three girls stunned.
Layla, who was desperately looking forward to the “catching them in the act” scene, blinked blankly and cried out in a panic:
“No… you’re not joking, right? Are you sure? Lynn, that guy… is a master at Joker! And that game… how should I put it, it’s less about luck, and more about psychological strength.”
“It’s a technical game; a skilled player can control the whole table!”
“Hmm… It’s fine~ We’ll play that!”
“What?!”
Even Keti was starting to suspect that Lynn had come here tonight just to donate money to the casino.
After all… hmm, he’d said before he owed the casino boss a favor—was he just here to help their business?
Otherwise, she really couldn’t figure out why her archrival would make such a choice. More importantly, even so, most of the money would end up with that nouveau riche uncle.
The casino would take its cut regardless of who won.
Just a walking god of wealth, huh!
Although Keti was dead set against it, there was nothing she could do—after all, it was her archrival’s money.
Soon, the group arrived in front of Obohard. Lynn led Keti to sit down, pointed at the Joker cards on the table, and smiled:
“What’s up, old man? Just won a round? Want to play some Joker with me?”
“Hoh~?”
Obohard, who had just gotten rid of a dimwit, was still marveling at his luck tonight, when several people suddenly showed up.
The lecherous nouveau riche uncle ran his eyes over Keti, Layla, and Sylvia a few times before finally remembering to answer Lynn:
“Hehe, my, my, someone dares challenge me, the King of Jokers! Kid, maybe you can win at other games, but for this one, you’d better get more chips ready~”
“No problem~!”
Lynn confidently picked up the cards on the table. Layla quickly slid to the center of the table and said:
“Gentlemen, allow me to be the dealer for this game. Shall I explain the rules to you first?”
“My, what a beautiful dealer~ And over there… oh! If I’m not mistaken, that’s an elf, right? An elven bunny girl?!”
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