Mei Zhizi herself was full of confidence, because her skills were right there on display.
As the saying goes, the more skilled you are, the bolder you get.
Otherwise, Mei Zhizi wouldn't have dared to name such conditions.
"Oh, right, I wanna ask, I just have to knock all the balls on the table into that pocket to win, right?"
"Hahaha… Y-yeah, that's it, and you absolutely have to sink that white one, otherwise you can't win. The match has to follow international rules."
Liu Ming was secretly digging a pit for him, snickering to himself.
What the hell?
Still pretending to act cool, seriously!
He couldn't even figure out the most basic stuff, this was basically delivering his head on a platter from miles away.
Liu Ming was getting more and more confident.
He glared coldly at Ye Tian, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.
Ye Tian didn't understand a damn thing; looking like that, he thought he was worthy of going up against his sister Mei Zhizi?
