For other Espers, their Psychic Powers could only enhance certain traits they had developed after birth, granting them extraordinary strength, endurance, or destructive attacks.
But Crash Boy and Sugar Baby had been regarded as humanity's ultimate Espers before they were even born. They possessed innate gifts ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
Exceptional intelligence and physical ability, keen senses of smell and perception—none of these were even bonuses granted by their Psychic Powers. They had been born with them.
These were the prodigious gifts of the siblings Dr. Genus had once considered the pinnacle of humanity.
Crash Boy needed only to watch a few hands to master the rules of Texas Hold’em. Once he sat down, the other players were at his mercy.
His frightening talent and intellect let him calculate the odds of nearly every possible hand the moment he saw the community cards.
And he had never formally studied probability.
Still, that was only like using a card counter in a game of Fight the Landlord. It was not enough to guarantee a win.
Far more frightening was that almost no expression on anyone's face escaped Crash Boy's notice.
With his keen perception, he could even pick out each player's heartbeat and use it to infer what might be going through their mind.
It was like giving himself an invisible cheat.
Sugar Baby could do all that too, but she was clearly less suited to the game than her brother.
Innocent by nature, she lacked his devious, calculating streak. Gambling simply did not suit her.
Put plainly, Sugar Baby was no good at bluffing.
That did not mean cheating. It meant using illogical bets and facial expressions to make an opponent misjudge the strength of her hand.
That was plainly not Sugar Baby's forte.
Crash Boy, however, was an