novelraw Chapter 619 - 599: Clean Sweep with One Shot!
Chapter 619 - 599: Clean Sweep with One Shot!
The black men around the pool table were either folding their arms or coldly watching Ren Feng. This kid just doesn't know what's good for him.
They didn't make a move because York's move would teach this kid a lesson.
Meeting Herman wasn't something that just anyone could do.
But in the next second, Ren Feng extended his right hand and directly grabbed the hand that was striking toward him.
How, how could this be?
York, behind him, was stunned, and then his face flushed red as he pressed his right hand down forcefully on Ren Feng.
Ren Feng's hand remained motionless.
At this moment, the black men around the pool table also showed slight surprise, and the black man with folded arms put them down.
Suddenly, Ren Feng flicked his right hand, and York was thrown to the side forcefully, easily like tossing a baseball.
Bang!
York's body slammed against the wall, and even with his physical condition, he found it hard to bear.
"I'm looking for Herman."
Ren Feng said calmly.
At this moment, a cold expression appeared on the black men's faces. They all clasped their hands with cracking sounds and started walking towards Ren Feng.
Ren Feng appeared calm, but just then, a voice appeared: "It's not business hours yet. It starts at night. Don't you understand the rules?"
The appearance of this voice caused all the black men to retreat. Ren Feng looked to the side and saw a black man buckling his belt. He was still bare-chested, covered in scars, but appeared robust, with braided hair and a dark face.
A short distance behind the man, a naked white woman peeked out from a door. Upon seeing Ren Feng, she didn't mind but instead blew him a warm kiss.
Ren Feng's gaze returned to Herman, and he calmly spoke: "Are you Herman?"
"You're new, right? Just came to the Bronx District?"
Herman took a cigarette and lit it, blowing out a smoke ring as he looked at Ren Feng.
"The chief introduced me here."
Ren Feng's expression was calm.
Herman was momentarily surprised and sized up Ren Feng, then burst out laughing: "I couldn't tell before, but a client has arrived. However, even so, you must follow the rules; otherwise, you won't get any information from me."
"What are the rules? Just outline them."
Ren Feng said calmly.
Herman, with the cigarette in his mouth, grabbed a cue stick from beside him and tossed it towards Ren Feng.
"It's simple. Since a client is here, it's easy to talk. Let's play a game first. If you lose, the information fee doubles. If you win, you get to ask one more question."
Herman shook his head, his braids swaying, and pointed towards the pool table. The black men beside him understood and began arranging the pool table.
Ren Feng grasped the cue stick and calmly asked, "Who starts?"
"You're the guest; you go first to avoid any accusations against me, Herman, of bullying you." Herman finished his cigarette, flicked the butt with his fingers.
Ren Feng took off his coat and hat, hung them on the side, then walked towards the pool table with the cue stick.
"Snooker, you know how to play?" Herman asked calmly.
"Sure." Ren Feng's expression was very calm.
The so-called snooker is the most popular type of billiards in the world, using 1 white ball, 15 red balls, and 6 colored balls, a total of 22 balls.
The playing sequence is one red ball, one colored ball, until all red balls are pocketed, and then pot the yellow, green, brown, blue, pink, and black balls in sequence. The one with the highest score wins.
"Go ahead."
Herman stood to one side, stretching his neck, his expression looking insubordinate.
Ren Feng approached the pool table, ready to break, directly setting up the white ball, bending down, and aiming at the clustered red balls, striking fiercely!
Immediately, the white ball rushed towards the group of red balls arranged in a triangle!
Smack!
A crisp sound resonated, and as the white ball struck, the red balls scattered wildly, moving intensely on the table.
The surrounding black men watched the pool table, and soon, a red ball was pocketed.
Ren Feng continued to play, the white ball positioned near the black ball, so the next shot aimed at the black ball.
Smack!
Another crisp sound, the black ball fell into the pocket, and a black man beside him retrieved and placed it back.
Then, Ren Feng leaned over, striking the cue stick, and the white ball hit another red ball.
Clang!
The red ball was pocketed.
Ren Feng's hands moved rhythmically, reducing the number of balls on the table in an orderly fashion.
At this moment, Herman furrowed his brow. This guy in front of him has excellent pool skills; did he misjudge? Could he run the table?
The term 'run the table' in snooker means pocketing all the balls on the table from the first shot without fouling. This is extremely difficult and rarely seen.
Moreover, during the break shot, the first player is usually defensive because hitting the group of red balls with the white ball often doesn't ensure a red ball falls into a pocket, thus giving the opponent a chance.
But Ren Feng was different. He had absolute confidence.
Under the control of True Qi, he could ensure every ball was pocketed.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The crisp sound never stopped, and Ren Feng hardly aimed, bending down to strike casually, yet the balls kept getting pocketed.
From initial calmness to slight shock to amazement, Herman and the black men beside him were somewhat dumbfounded.
He had pocketed all the red balls on the table. Only the colored balls were left. Could this guy really run the table?
Ren Feng aimed at the yellow ball, then struck it, and in an instant, the yellow ball was pocketed, followed by the green ball, almost along the diagonal, straight for the right corner pocket!
However, the next shot wasn't easy. The brown ball was in the middle of this side, and the white ball was positioned slightly diagonally, making it difficult to find an angle.
Ren Feng's expression remained calm. He didn't directly aim at the brown ball but instead directed the white ball towards the table's edge, then struck hard!
The white ball hit the edge, the immense force causing it to rebound, then collided with the brown ball!
Smack!
The brown ball started rolling directly toward the middle pocket.
Then the blue ball and the pink ball were consecutively potted by Ren Feng.
Herman was wide-eyed, barely believing it. It really was a run the table!
The other black men were also stunned. This Huaxia individual in front of them was almost the best pool player in the Bronx District.
Only the final black ball remained, and the white ball was also beside the black. Even without a shot, the score would guarantee victory.
Ren Feng calmly glanced at Herman, then swung his cue. The white and black balls collided, with the latter skimming the table edge swiftly and bouncing 'Z'-shaped along the table before finally falling into the far left corner pocket.
Run the table!
The skill was awe-inspiring!
Herman's eyes were wide open.