Without a word, Ye Yingying walked to the table with exceptionally focused eyes.
In this game, she wanted to showcase all of what she was capable of unreservedly, win back her bank card and watch, and all the more, let Xiao Luo lick her heels clean in front of everyone, so as to vent her hate.
On the table, the white ball and the red ball that was separated from the cluster was about half a table away. The red ball also had quite some distance with the bottom hole. Such a strike was the hardest to take. Its difficulty factor was immense.
If she could get the ball potted, she would have the chance to pressure her opponent with that move alone, but if she couldn't, she could very well be counter-pressured.
This was undoubtedly a very risky strike!
Everyone focused their attention and held their breath while they looked at the emerald-colored snooker table, wondering if that ball could be potted into a hole.
