In the end, there was only one ball left, and he had no chance of winning. He saw the people around him pointing at Zuo Zhicheng, Jiang Qing, and the others from time to time, and then pointing at him and whispering. Obviously, they had spread the news of the bet.
Thinking of this, Xiao Changhe clenched his fists tightly. He looked at Zuo Zhicheng, who still had no intention of stopping, and shot the last white ball into the hole. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
'He already knew how to do it? He did it on purpose? ' Xiao Changhe's killing intent grew stronger and stronger. 'This guy, at the year-end competition, I'm going to break all your limbs on the stage and make you a cripple for the rest of your life.
'I'll let you know the consequences of going against me.'
However, no matter how much Xiao Changhe thought about how he would defeat his opponent at the end of the year, he could not escape defeat now.
When Zuo Zhicheng shot the last ball into the hole, there was a loud applause from the crowd. Jiang Qing and Xiao Lan cheered and rushed forward, hugging Zuo Zhicheng.
Suddenly, Jiang Qing patted Zuo Zhicheng's head and said, "You rascal, you deliberately lost to us just now to tease us. You made us worry for nothing. "
Zuo Zhicheng smiled and said, "I wasn't very familiar with it before. I used to play in the Central Plains, but I haven't played in a long time. "
Jiang Qing could not be bothered with him. She ran in front of Xiao Changhe and said, "Xiao, since you've lost, you should accept your loss. Since you've lost, get out of here."
Xiao Changhe's face turned red. He looked at Jiang Qing and the culprit, Zuo Zhicheng, and said, "Jiang Qing, don't go overboard. Don't go overboard, and we'll meet again in the future. "
"Go overboard? You're going overboard now that you've lost. Why didn't you do it before? "
The people at the side also chimed in, "Yeah, you should accept your loss. Get out of here if you want to."
"Changhe, don't be a sore loser."
Xiao Changhe stood there, not knowing whether to roll away or not. His face was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out.
Zuo Zhicheng put down the cue stick and walked out first. "I told you that I know how to play this game. Let's go out and eat first. Senior Brother Xiao, take your time."
Jiang Qing followed him. "You're lucky."
Looking at Zuo Zhicheng's back, Xiao Changhe's eyes were filled with hatred and resentment.
Seeing Xiao Changhe's awkward situation, Yao Youwei, who had the highest status in the room, said, "Forget it. We're just joking around. Do you guys really want Changhe to get lost?" Looking at Xiao Changhe's red face and a little grateful expression, he continued, "We're almost done with the billiards. It's almost time to go to the restaurant. Let's go for dinner."
Naturally, this action not only won over Xiao Changhe, but also re-established his authority in front of the crowd. As for Zuo Zhicheng and the other two, they were just three ordinary people with no background. They were not worthy of his consideration.
Therefore, in a few words, Yao Youwei got rid of Xiao Changhe's awkwardness and walked out of the room with Miss Qing. The rest of the people naturally did not dare to refute Yao Youwei's words. After all, it was just a game. No matter how good Zuo Zhicheng and Xiao Changhe were in this aspect, it was no different from a sideshow to them. It was impossible for them to really make a big fuss over this kind of thing.
However, the bet that Zuo Zhicheng mentioned before he left aroused some people's interest. Therefore, those who knew about it started to whisper among the crowd.
Hearing the report from the guard beside him, Yao Youwei said, "Oh, I didn't expect them to be from the Haoran Martial Arts Center." Although he said that, there was a hint of disapproval in his eyes.
On the other hand, Miss Qing asked, "When is the competition?"
Yao Youwei smiled, "Miss Qing, do you want to see it? They're just a bunch of low-class people … "
"I want to see it."
Yao Youwei frowned and looked at the guard beside him.
The guard cupped his hands and said, "It's on the seventh last day of the new year. It's considered an exhibition match for the competition between the eighteen martial arts centers. "
…
On the other side, Zuo Zhicheng, Jiang Qing, and Xiao Lan found a small tavern to have dinner. According to Jiang Qing, the snacks here were the real specialty of the new port.
After eating and drinking, Zuo Zhicheng brought Xiao Lan, who was a little drunk, home. Jiang Qing watched their disappearing figures from behind. Because she drank a little wine, it made her face look like a peach. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
"I'm going to die. What are you thinking, Jiang Qing? "Jiang Qing patted her face and walked towards the martial arts center.
On the other side, when Zuo Zhicheng brought Xiao Lan back to her room, she was already fast asleep. Zuo Zhicheng woke her up a few times, but she didn't wake up at all.
"Okay … I'll sleep a little longer."
"Brother Zuo … Don't mess around."
Zuo Zhicheng shrugged and wiped her face, hands, and feet. Then, he took off his jacket and carried her to bed.
Then, Zuo Zhicheng went to bed himself. He usually slept until the wee hours of the morning before going to the secret base to practice martial arts. Then, he came back to sleep for a while and prepared to wake up early.
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