Jim Albert: "...what did you say?"

Li Feng took out a cigarette, spit out a cigarette ring, and said: "I will take over Mark and fight with you. I won. Don't trouble Scarlett. I lost. I will give you 10 million dollars. dare?"

The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Li Feng with a surprised look.

Now that this is the case, he still wants to continue the fight. Did he deliberately send money to Jim Albert?

After a while, Jim Albert laughed up to the sky: "Why, do you have something to ask my dad?"

"What the hell?" Li Feng is a little confused, why is he begging his father for something? Isn't his brain ill?

Jim Albert sneered: "Aren't you going to send me money on purpose? I can't think of any other possibilities besides begging my dad for something."

"Jim, be confident, he just wants to bribe you."

"Ten million U.S. dollars, this Huaxia guy is such a big hand, the picture is not small."

"Jim, I think you can tell him more, twenty million! You are worth the price!"

Jim's entourage roared around.

Li Feng glanced at them with an idiot look, and mocked: "Do you think I will lose to him on purpose? What a big face he is."

"What?" Jim Albert didn't understand what "big face" meant.

Li Feng rolled his eyes: "It means you are shameless."

"Fake, you dare to scold me?" Jim Albert couldn't believe his ears.

"Wow"

Jim's entourage surrounded Li Feng in the middle, gearing up, as long as Jim gave an order, they would gather together and beat Li Feng and couldn't take care of themselves.

There was no fear on Li Feng's face, and he still said mockingly: "If I said I want to fight with you, you just said that I want to bribe you, and there is something to beg your father. Isn't this shameless?"

"So you have the confidence to beat me in this situation, don't you?" Jim Albert finally recollected and said with a sneer.

"Of course, without such confidence, I would dare say that I lost you 10 million dollars? Although I am very rich, it is impossible to take 10 million improper money." Li Feng shrugged.

Jim Albert: "..."

other people:"……"

No... Is it okay to boast that you are rich in public?

"Mr. Li, you must be calm, don't be impulsive, the big deal is that I will dance with him." Scarlett whispered to Li Feng's ear.

She understands the rules of snooker and knows that Jim Albert is almost invincible in the current situation. Even if O'Sullivan comes, she may not be able to turn defeat into victory. There are too many restrictions.

"I don't want to dance with you." Li Feng blinked and smiled.

Scarlett: "...eh?"

"Haha, I was joking, it scared you." Li Feng gave a haha, and quickly denied the statement just now.

His original intention was that Jim Albert was so arrogant, not really to dance with Scarlett.

Of course, it is better if Scarlett is willing to dance with him, after all, Scarlett was once the goddess of his dreams.

Scarlett gave him a weird look, then smiled and said: "If you really win, I'm willing to dance with you."

Scarlett’s smile is very lethal, with red lips and jade teeth and deep dimples. How many male audiences are infatuated with her because of her smile.

Although Li Feng said that he resisted very strongly, he still couldn't bear to face Scarlett's smile.

"This is what you said, don't go back on it." Li Feng came to the spirit.

"Well, no regrets, but if you lose..." Scarlett was a little worried.

"There is no such possibility." Li Feng smiled confidently, got up and walked to the cue rack to choose a cue that took advantage of him. He hooked his finger at Jim Albert and said: "How do you dare to follow me? bet?"

"Xiete, what's not to dare, come, let me see how you win!" Jim Albert sneered and sat back on the lounge chair.

On the side, Emily curled her mouth and whispered: "This is better than technique, not better than luck. You can't have a Li Feng billiards this time, right?"

"What?" Mark Jonathan didn't hear what she said, so he asked quickly.

"I mean Li Feng will lose this time." Emily sneered.

Mark Jonathan nodded and said with a gloomy expression: "He must lose. I want to see his face when he loses 10 million dollars to Jim Albert."

Before the game, he uttered wild words, but he was beaten 66-0 by Jim. Mark was completely ashamed. If there was a crack on the ground, he would get in.

Never thought that Li Feng would stand up and attract the attention of the audience, but no one paid attention to him anymore.

It is conceivable that if Li Feng loses the game later, it will definitely attract ridicule from the audience, but he, the loser, can get away calmly!

This is the good thing in the legend, right?

Scarlett frowned when she heard the conversation between the two. Li Feng helped Mark out no matter what. Mark was not grateful, but also wanted to see Li Feng jokes. This character...

At this moment, Li Feng took the cue and walked to the table and observed it carefully.

"Hua Xia, you don't need to watch it. This ball must be tied. Can you do it? If you don't, give up."

Jim Albert drew a cigar, lit it and mocked.

Rod tie is to hit the white ball with the cue almost perpendicular to the table surface, so that the white ball produces a strong rotation, so as to hit an arc.

When the white ball and the black ball are almost attached to each other, only the stick can be used to hit the ball to make it bypass the black ball and hit the red ball far away.

If the white ball is very close to the red ball, it is relatively simple, but at the moment the red ball closest to the white ball is also more than two meters away.

This has very high requirements for a player's strength, skills, and route control. Only professional players have a certain degree of certainty to use the stick to bypass the black ball and hit the red ball.

How could Li Feng, an amateur player, score?

"Admit defeat?" Li Feng said with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and said with a touch of nose: "The word surrender has never been in the little master's dictionary!"

When the voice landed, Li Feng put down his club and started doing sit-ups.

Scarlett: "???"

Jim: "???"

other people:"???"

No... Why did you do sit-ups, what the hell?

Soon, ten sit-ups were done, and Li Feng did ten push-ups and ten leg presses.

After doing this, Li Feng held the club in both hands and backed a few meters.

"This is really a pole vault movement, right?!" After seeing Li Feng's gesture of holding the pole, Jim yelled directly.

"Puff, he doesn't know how to play billiards." Emily chuckled.

"Huh, grandstanding." Mark shook his head with a mocking expression on his face.

Scarlett covered her eyes with her hands, and couldn't bear to look again.

At this moment, Li Feng suddenly made a run-up, jumped back and forth to the table, clenched the cue, and when he landed, he slammed the cue toward the back edge of the white ball!