When Tangyu pocketed two balls in a row and directly won the game by sinking the black eight, the fatty couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, wishing he could slap himself hard. Look at you showing off, now you've done it, showing off too much and running into an expert. It's a rare feat for him to clear the table in one go, but from the way Tangyu had been playing, he could feel the other's strength, definitely not below his own. Even without any handicaps, he was afraid it would be very difficult to win. He was so full of himself to give a three-ball handicap, not losing would have been weird.
Watching the fatty with a downcast face, Wang Dazhuang felt an indescribable joy in his heart. He laughed out loud and patted the fatty's shoulder, saying, "Admit it, fatty, my brother Tangyu's not bad, right? But fatty, you're also pretty decent. Don't rush it, this is just the first game. There are plenty more chances to come. You've got to go easy on my brother Tangyu."
