Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 620 - 600: Help Me Escape New York City

Ren Feng looked at Herman calmly, "I won."

Herman's face was a bit grim. Damn, I talked big. I thought this kid's pool skills weren't great, but it turns out he's a master!

This flawless stroke technique, without years of practice, can't be accomplished. If I had known, I would have opened the game myself.

"Not bad, you're a master," Herman scrutinized Ren Feng. "This time, I'll open the game."

Ren Feng frowned, "Didn't we agree that I'd go first if I won?"

"One game isn't fair, you opened before, and this time I want the first turn," Herman said coldly.

A few Black men beside them started arranging the pool table, and it was swiftly set up.

Herman watched Ren Feng, went to the pool table, grabbed the cue ball, positioned it, and aimed fiercely at the group of red balls, making a hard strike!

Herman was skilled at pool too, making a decent break with a red ball pocketed.

A flawless clear, he could achieve it when in top form!

Many people had come to buy intelligence from him using this rule to con them, doubling the information price, turning a $100,000 piece of intelligence into $200,000, sheer profit.

Ren Feng watched Herman calmly, acknowledging that his pool skills were decent. Now, he could only wait for Herman to make a mistake.

Pop!

The red ball was pocketed, followed by a color ball. Herman moved around the table, and after some time, half of the red balls on the table were gone.

Herman continued hitting the balls, but now he frowned slightly. The layout on the table was a bit scattered. The next target was a color ball, but other color balls were blocked by red ones, leaving only a far-off yellow ball with some chance of going in.

Damn, I didn't calculate right earlier. I should have hit a different red ball.

Herman frowned, stopping his actions, clearly in contemplation.

The nearby Black men also noticed Herman was in trouble. Ren Feng's skills were terrifying. If Herman didn't pocket consecutively, Ren Feng would surely overtake him.

Herman tried for a long time and realized that even the yellow ball was tough to pocket.

There was only one viable option left.

Herman bent down, pulled the cue, and the cue ball shot towards the yellow ball, stopping at the pocket entrance. Meanwhile, the yellow ball rolled towards the table edge after the hit, rebounded, and conveniently blocked the cue ball!

"Oh, my God, this is absolutely divine intervention!"

"Great shot, boss!"

Many Black men praised him, and Herman looked at Ren Feng smugly, "Your turn."

The cue ball's position was now very awkward, with the pocket behind it and all routes blocked by the yellow ball. Essentially, there were no shots possible!

Indeed, Herman intentionally created this situation to give Ren Feng no space to strike.

No matter how formidable your skills, even if you're exceptionally strong, if you can't hit a red ball, won't you foul and lose points?

Herman was smug inside. He was sure he'd win this round!

This was his devised method, preventing Ren Feng from having any chance to hit.

Ren Feng's expression remained calm. He walked to the cue ball, glanced at the table, noticing few red balls remained. Unless he hit black balls next, only then would he score the highest.

"Hey buddy, you might consider conceding." The Black men nearby laughed.

"Yeah, you're bound to lose this round."

With such a setup, no matter what they thought, there was no way to shoot, and Ren Feng couldn't touch the color ball. He also had to pocket the distant red ball. Was it possible?

Under such circumstances, unless the ball could fly.

Herman stood aside, arms folded over the cue, with a smug expression. His skills weren't just for show.

Ren Feng didn't speak. He bent down, placing his right hand on the table edge, holding the cue. True Qi quietly enveloped his hand.

Who said there was no shot in this situation?

A glint flashed in Ren Feng's eyes. In a split second, the cue struck the table surface hard in front of the cue ball, causing it to fly up!

Herman was startled, and the Black men around were stunned. Damn, the pool ball actually flew?

Their eyes were glued to the cue ball, which, after landing on the table, darted straight towards a distant red ball!

Pop!

The red ball fell into the pocket.

Herman's jaw dropped. The cigarette he was just holding fell out, burning his foot without him noticing.

The Black men were equally stunned. This was nothing short of magical. Was this the hand of Satan?

How was that even possible?

How in the world did he manage that?

Ren Feng remained calm as he continued his play. The black ball was pocketed, followed by a red, then another black.

Herman realized he had no chance. This Huaxia man's pool skills were incredibly terrifying.

Moreover, Ren Feng showcased another stunning technique. He aimed a red ball into the pocket, but a black ball blocked it. Yet, after a shot, the red ball curved around the black and into the pocket.

A perfect "U" shaped pocket.

When Ren Feng cleared the table, Herman and the Black men hadn't even comprehended it. Could pool balls curve?

Who's going to believe this?

"Alright, now we can talk,"

Ren Feng said calmly.

"Of course, you're impressive,"

Herman led Ren Feng to a sofa.

"What do you want to know?" Herman asked flatly.

"I'm not here to ask questions; I'm here for your help."

"Help? From me?" Herman asked with interest, "I can speak up here in New York City. What do you need help with?"

"The help I need is," Ren Feng slightly smiled, "escaping New York City under pursuit by the Rothschild Clan and the U.S. military."

Herman was shocked, his face fully displaying astonishment, completely unbelievable.

"What did you say?"

"I said, can you help me escape New York City under the conditions I mentioned before," Ren Feng said calmly, "Of course, money isn't an issue."

"You're crazy," Herman's voice was erratic, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

"I know, which is why I came to you. You should have a way, right?"

Herman sat on the sofa, frowning in thought, while the Black men around moved far away but cautiously watched, ready to pounce should Ren Feng make a move.

"I've seen many people before, but you're the most surprising," Herman calmed down his expression, "Yes, there is a way indeed."