"Haha."
"Hehehe!"
"You're doomed, yet you still dare to act so arrogant."
"We'll soon see how you'll come up with so much money."
A cold laugh suddenly echoed.
Only three red balls left, how could Zhang Fan surpass Liu Jue?
This kid, could he be crazy?
And even if the kid is a master! Just like Liu Jue just said.
Unless he can set up dozens of snookers, constantly penalizing Liu Jue.
But what's Liu Jue's skill level?
Even if you set up a snooker, is it really that difficult for Liu Jue to hit a live ball?
Dream on!
And at this moment, Zhang Fan was also leaning forward, holding the cue, almost without hesitation, he struck.
"Alright, bro, your turn!"
After hitting the ball, Zhang Fan turned around with hardly any hesitation and looked at Liu Jue.
Witnessing this scene, countless people around were gobsmacked.
Damn, this kid is so cocky!
Liu Jue was amused and infuriated!
"Bro, you're not playing pool, you're just throwing money away."
