Du Ming's words came out, and Song Hualun snorted in disdain.

  The surrounding audience also shouted, "Save you? Forget it! What's the use of talking big now? Hurry up and hit the ball!"

  Du Ming pouted, turned around, faced the ball table again, bent down and pushed out the cue stick.

  There were six solid-colored balls and one black eight left on the table. One of the six balls was almost at the edge of the pocket, in a straight line with the cue ball, and everyone thought Du Ming would hit this ball.

  However, Du Ming did not hit the ball but hit the No. 4 ball instead.

  The fourth ball was surrounded by many colored balls, making it difficult to hit. Du Ming accurately hit the white ball next to the fourth ball and then knocked the fourth ball into the pocket.

  Du Ming didn't stop at all and quickly walked to the other side of the table, bent down, hit the ball with his body, and shot the No. 7 ball into the pocket.

  After that, Du Ming almost didn't look at the situation on the table, as if he already had a predetermined route, and walked in another direction, hitting the ball into the pocket.

  Du Ming constantly changed direction, then aimed, shot, and hit the ball. A series of actions were almost completed in one breath. After the four balls that had been hit before, three more balls were hit.

  At this time, the people around had already quieted down, staring blankly at Du Ming alone, continuously hitting the ball into the pocket, without a single loss of ball, not even once hesitating or stopping.

  Song Hualun next to him held his golf club and stared foolishly at Du Ming, in this game until the end he didn't even touch a ball.

  Du Ming was about to hit the last black eight, he carried the cue stick to a suitable position, bent down, his body was about to strike the ball, suddenly seemed to remember something, hooked up the corner of his mouth and smiled, and then straightened up again.

  The people around were wondering what he was going to do, only to see Du Ming turn his body around, with his back facing the table, just like Song Hualun had done earlier. He stretched out the cue stick from behind and placed it on top of the table, with his arm extended behind him resting on the table surface.

  But Du Ming didn't look at the billiard table like Song Hualun, instead he faced Song Hualun beside the billiard table and revealed a sly smile, "Ah yo, brother, sorry about that, looks like I'm going to win this round."

  As he spoke, Du Ming grasped the ball stick and lifted it high, pushing it out fiercely.

  The cue ball was struck and flew out with a loud noise, hitting the edge of the table heavily, then rebounding back, strongly striking the black eight and knocking it into the pocket.

  But the white ball flew away after hitting Hei Ba and continued to roll at high speed, following Hei Ba all the way to the pocket, but just as it was about to fall into the pocket, it stopped on the edge of the table.

  Du Ming put down the cue stick, turned around and took a look at the situation on the pool table. A white ball and seven colored balls that had not been touched since the break shot were still there, what a pathetic sight.

  Du Ming deliberately charged at Song Hua Lun with an innocent smile on his face, "Brother, I won, the money..."

  Du Ming stretched out his hand, and Song Hualun's expression turned green. "You, how is that possible?"

  "How is this not possible, if I don't give you a comparison, these few balls I can also hit down to clear the table. Ah, your level is also pretty good, if you practice more and learn more, you'll have progress in the future."

  Du Ming said this sentence, imitating what Song Hualun had just said to him. Bai Mei heard that Du Ming was mocking the other person and burst out laughing.

  "Alright, alright, no more nonsense," Du Ming waved his outstretched hand in front of Song Hualun, "Hand over the money quickly, I have important things to attend to tonight."

  Du Ming glanced at Bai Mei Gui and revealed a lewd smile, Bai Mei Gui's face turned red as she punched him.

  The onlookers finally lost their composure, and the person who had previously shouted "Let Du Ming count a little" shouted again, "Hey! What's your name? How are you so powerful?"

  Du Ming waved his hand and said, "This is a small matter, don't mind it. When I have time later, I'll come back and perform something else for you."

  Song Hualun shouted in annoyance, "Let's have another round! I'll raise the stakes!"

  "Ugh, I already said I have something tonight and don't have time to play with you anymore. And didn't you just say it was the last round? Come on, give me the money, I'm going to leave now."

  Song Hua Lun said angrily, "Your level in the previous few rounds was clearly average, how could you possibly clear the table by yourself in the last round! This is impossible!"

  "How can this be impossible? You were just standing there watching. Stop stalling, look at my hand, it's been raised for so long it's getting sore. Where's the money?"

  Bai Mei couldn't help but laugh at Du Ming's appearance, it was clear that Du Ming had won, yet he looked like a bully.

  Song Hua Lun suddenly understood something and angrily said, "You cheated me! Your pool skills were actually very good from the start. You pretended to be mediocre just to trick me into continuously increasing the stakes, right?!"

  "There's no way," Du Ming's face was written all over with "I'm just messing with you", but he still exaggeratedly said, "How could I possibly cheat you? It was a mistake earlier, I already said my state wasn't good before, and I also said this round would definitely win, look at these are all true words, you don't believe."

  Song Hualun didn't believe Du Ming's words, knowing he was fooling himself, but couldn't say anything, and could only angrily take out the money he had won that night from his pocket and slap it into Du Ming's hand.

  "That's settled," Du Ming laughed even more sarcastically, "Alright, you go find someone else to play with, I won't accompany you anymore. You'd better be careful in the future, who really can't keep up and who is just 'not in a good state'."

  Du Ming said, hugging Bai Mei's waist, and shook the stack of money that Song Hualun had slapped on his hand at her. "How about it? I told you I could win back the wine money for you, but you didn't believe me."

  The white rose also smiled, "Who would have thought you still play like this?"

  Song Hualun looked at Du Ming's complacent appearance, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, shouting, "You're too much! You, you leave me some money!"

  Song Hualun yelled while rushing over and went to grab the money in Du Ming's hand.

  Du Ming flashed a glance at his mouth, one hand holding a white rose and the other holding money, and he dodged Song Hualun with a slight movement.

  Song Hualun furiously swung his fist and punched Du Ming in the face.

  Du Ming rolled his eyes and raised his arm, using his wrist to knock away Song Hualun's arm with a loud "slap".

  However, Song Hualun relentlessly rushed up again and wanted to hit Du Ming.

  Du Ming impatiently stretched out his hand holding the money, with two fingers pinching the bill and exposing his palm, pushing Song Hualun's chin from bottom to top, Song Hualun grunted and fell to the ground.

  Du Ming spread his hands and said, "Look at you, for this little money, is it worth it? In the future, just focus on playing billiards well, with your skills, it's better not to fight with others."