"He pocketed another ball? Oh my!”
Tanya was jumping excitedly that her feet barely touched the ground. If the first score was due to luck then what about this time? Fane not only pocketed a six-pointer, but the cue ball stopped at a very strategic position where there were several easy red balls that could be pocketed with ease.
"It looks like Fane really knows how to plan the position of the cue ball!"
Sharon could barely conceal her excitement that her heavy breathing made her chest rose and fall repeatedly.
The boss of the place approached the group. He helped Fane to take out the ball that helped score the six-pointer from the pocket, set it nicely, and then smiled at Fane, "Young man, if this is your first time playing billiards, then you have learned it well. You'll surely improve immensely after one or two days playing it!"
Fane flashed an indifferent smile in return. "Don't worry, I've studied their play just now and I basically know how to hit and where to position the balls. As long as the aim is accurate and the strength is controlled well, it'll be like shooting a gun. I was at master level in shooting when I was serving in the military!"
The crowd was at loss for words. How could this brat compare playing billiard to shooting guns?
"Stop spewing nonsense! Keep playing then. I don't believe you’ll win the game!"
Leo tried his best to convince himself that this punk was like a blind cat who stumbled upon a dead rat-sheer luck.
There were so many balls on the table yet t o be pocketed anyway and each of them was in an excellent position however a minor mistake might just cost Fane his marks. As long as Fane made a mistake later, he would be able to come back in this game.
Furthermore, Fane, this punk was really bright. He actually saw through his ruse—h e went easy on Timothy and lost the game o n purpose.
After all, they did not place any bet on that game but was merely using it to explain the rules to Fane.
Moreover, he had won a lot of money from Timothy today. He just had to bring Timothy to some night club tonight and spent a couple hundred thousand on him t o make him happy again. He not only won the money but at the same time also established a good relationship with Timothy. One stone killed two birds, why not?
The few billion in his credit balance were all from Young Master Drake these past few months or so. He would let Timothy win a few rounds occasionally, just to give him a sweet taste of winning.
Thud!
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