Blue Moon Restaurant.
In a top-tier luxury private room.
Zhao Junwei leaned over the billiard table, his eyes sharp and focused, fixed on the cue ball before him, and asked, "Young Master, do you think I can sink this shot?"
The Young Master sat on a sofa on the side, leisurely polishing the barrel of his gun, "Absolutely, I trust in your skills."
As soon as he finished speaking, a "pop" sound was heard.
The number 6 ball, hit by the cue ball, rolled straight along the green cloth and fell into the pocket.
"Nice shot! Wasn't that easy?"
The Young Master praised loudly.
Zhao Junwei straightened his back, took the cue stick, and chuckled, "Is it possible I referred to a different pocket?"
Upon hearing this, the Young Master displayed a sudden realization, instantly understanding, checked his valuable Patek Philippe watch, and said, "If nothing goes wrong, Xie Yunwan should be arriving soon. As for the pocket... since she's coming, it's guaranteed to be a score."
