At this moment, Liu Jue really wanted to punch Zhang Fan to death!
The Aston Martin worth fifty million is no big deal, but it's limited edition worldwide, and his favorite car as well.
And now, this bastard keeps rubbing salt in his wounds at every turn.
"Fine, fifty million it is!" Liu Jue's eyes flickered with a mad killing intent.
He was extremely confident in his pool skills.
At this club, if his pool skills were second, no one would dare claim to be first.
Fifty million per point, ha ha!
Win a few billion first, then we'll talk!
At this moment, Liu Jue was extremely happy inside.
This way, he could not only show off in front of Ye Yanran but also earn a few billion. Such a good deal doesn't come by every day.
Meanwhile, the crowd around them was going crazy with excitement.
"Haha, this kid is really asking for trouble."
"Brother Liu's skills aren't just talk."
"Prepare to score 120, I'm afraid this kid might be scared to death."
