The Ka-drrum of red and black balls being potted into holes was like a giant drum beating on everyone's soul.
As the referee, the Fu Family's butler re-spotted the colored balls and said, "He has already potted ten balls in a row!"
Moreover, aside from the ten-consecutive pottings, all the balls potted after every red ball were black. Xiao Luo's score was a staggering 40 points.
Ka-drrum. Ka-drrum.
Xiao Luo focused his attention on delivering his strikes at lightning speed. He didn't need to aim at all, yet he potted the balls nearly every single time. Extraordinary!
Ye Yingying's eyes were as wide as a copper bell: She could no longer maintain her composure.
Fang Shulan and Fu Jiawei were equally dumbfounded. Who knew that Xiao Luo's snooker skills were at this level? His movements were elegant. His shots were decisive. His sense of rhythm was impeccable. Was this even the same guy who slipped up at the beginning? No way.
