Young Master Qu watched for a moment and, seeing that no balls had gone in, immediately laughed: "You're still very bad, huh? Even a kid could play better than this!"
Liu Zixuan scratched his head, slowly pointed at the pool table, and asked, "This… is considered bad?"
Thud!
A ball went in!
Thud!
Two balls went in!
Initially, the people around didn't pay much attention, thinking that with such force, even a random shot could send a few balls in.
But as it went on, they were more and more surprised because balls numbered 1-7 were falling in very systematically, as if meticulously arranged.
When balls 1-7 had all gone in, everyone turned their shocked gazes to the still rolling eight-ball.
It slowly moved from the left pocket towards the right, pulling everyone's heartstrings. Just as they thought it would settle into the right pocket, it rolled over and fell into the center pocket.
Young Master Qu was stunned!
Everyone was left dumbfounded.
