"Brother Hao, that kid just trashed over a dozen of my guys in no time. You have to help me get revenge!" Huang Feihong was crying with both arms in casts, lamenting to a man playing pool, snot and tears mingling down his face.
With a clack, the white ball soared into the air, spinning as it moved from the bottom-left corner to the top-right, knocking the nine-ball into the pocket and eliciting gasps of awe from the onlookers.
"Brother Hao, great shot, great shot."
"With skills like Brother Hao, If I had even a tenth of your ability, I'd be the king of snooker."
Then, Jiang Yinghao put down his cue stick, and a sexy woman clad in leather pants and a leather jacket brought him a glass of red wine. With a glass in one hand and his arm around the woman's waist, Jiang Yinghao asked Huang Feihong, "Where's the kid from?"
"I... I don't know. He doesn't seem like one of ours, but he's got a vicious streak," Huang Feihong hurriedly replied.
