Chapitre 63: Bitch Spray!

Hugo paced back and forth in the lavish guest room of Sanchez's mansion, his nerves running wild.

His thoughts were racing like a hamster on an energy drink. "Alright, 150 UHS Points," he muttered under his breath, counting on his fingers as if the math needed extra confirmation.

"That's enough for three spins of the gift box wheel. Three spins. Surely I'll get something good. I mean, the odds can't be that bad… right?"

He paused, staring at the ceiling as though the System itself might offer reassurance.

"Even if my luck is trash-tier, at least one spin has to land me something decent. A sex weapon? A charm? A magic… I don't know… love potion?"

Hugo's hopeful expression quickly crumbled as a darker thought crept in. 'What if I get three pieces of garbage?'

He slapped his cheeks hard enough to leave red marks. "No! Don't jinx it! Tonight's mission is way too important!" His voice wavered with panic.