Ren Feng looked at Herman calmly, "I won."
Herman's face was a bit grim. Damn, I talked big. I thought this kid's pool skills weren't great, but it turns out he's a master!
This flawless stroke technique, without years of practice, can't be accomplished. If I had known, I would have opened the game myself.
"Not bad, you're a master," Herman scrutinized Ren Feng. "This time, I'll open the game."
Ren Feng frowned, "Didn't we agree that I'd go first if I won?"
"One game isn't fair, you opened before, and this time I want the first turn," Herman said coldly.
A few Black men beside them started arranging the pool table, and it was swiftly set up.
Herman watched Ren Feng, went to the pool table, grabbed the cue ball, positioned it, and aimed fiercely at the group of red balls, making a hard strike!
Herman was skilled at pool too, making a decent break with a red ball pocketed.
A flawless clear, he could achieve it when in top form!
