After Fang Yu finished those two shots, he gradually found his rhythm.
American pool doesn't have many balls, they were quickly finishing up.
By the time it came to the last ball, Fang Yu suddenly remembered that the next break shot was Wind Second Mom's turn. If she scores on the break, she could very well clear the table in one go.
How could Fang Yu possibly give her that chance? So with a slight smile, he looked at the black eight ball and took aim.
Bang!
The cue ball struck the black eight.
The black eight shot straight like an arrow into the pocket.
Wind Second Mom couldn't help but raise her hand to applaud, saying, "Didn't see that coming, young man, you're quite a pool shark."
"Average, just average," replied Fang Yu.
At the same time, the surrounding gangsters, fat guys, skinny guys, who were watching with bored indifference, pretended not to care, but were actually paying close attention.
