Bai Ziyu and Feng Wanlin's hearts were pounding with tension. Their fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
When their gaze fell upon Xiao Weiguo, they found that he seemed completely unconcerned. His cue stick was propped up to the side, he leaned against another table, leisurely smoking, his face showing no sign of tension.
Lu Yuqiang carefully examined the balls on the table and realized that he was not confident he could score on any of them.
Either there's an obstacle, or the position is too close to the edge of the table; with his skill level, the probability of him being able to cut in is almost zero.
After circling the table with a frown, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.
Gently push the cue ball forward, and it hits a colored ball, but doesn't go into the pocket. The cue ball stops where the colored ball originally was.
Lu Yuqiang lost his second shot after failing to pocket the ball. But it's alright, he still has one more shot; Xiao Weiguo just said he'd give him two shots. That means he's essentially giving him two free shots.
The onlookers were in an uproar, and Bai Ziyu even cursed aloud.
"Holy shit, that's shameless."
In response, Lu Yuqiang deliberately missed that shot; he only moved the cue ball there to change its position.
From this position, the white ball has no obstructions and can directly strike the other ball that is closer to the goal.
He did this precisely because he would still have possession of the ball in the next shot; his aim was to play it safe.
"Smack!"
As expected, Lu Yuqiang didn't miss from this position, pocketing the flower ball smoothly. Furthermore, the cue ball's positioning was good, and the next flower ball was also within the target range.
Another shot, and another ball is knocked down.
Lu Yuqiang finally felt relieved. There are seven balls in total, just like the suit balls. He has already knocked down five of them. If he can sink the last two and then pot the black eight, he will have the 50,000 yuan in his pocket.
When Lu Yuqiang bent down again, he was much more relaxed. With a flick of his wrist, the white ball hit a patterned ball and went straight for the net.
Just when everyone thought the ball was going to go into the pocket again, Lu Yuqiang used too much force, and the ball bounced around inside the goal twice before playfully bouncing out.
Lu Yuqiang slapped the table in regret and had to step aside. With that, he had finally used up his two possessions.
Xiao Weiguo picked up the cue stick with a smile.
"Now, it's my turn."
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