Chapter 120: Making Four Million

However, Ye Fan wasn't in a hurry.

He calmly leaned forward with his cue and gently struck the cue ball.

The cue ball rolled, first hitting his own smaller ball, pushing it out slightly, then with the remaining inertia, it squeezed in, clinging closely to both the baseline of the pool table and Ye Fan's smaller ball, only five or six millimeters from Zhou Shijie's larger ball, and moreover, the cue ball was blocked by Ye Fan's smaller ball on the inside.

"Wow—"

Everyone inevitably let out a cry of amazement; the cue ball had stopped so perfectly, an absolutely desperate shot.

No matter how Zhou Shijie would strike, he would foul immediately and would also knock out Ye Fan's smaller ball, making it easier for him to play.

Seeing where the cue ball had stopped, Zhou Shijie immediately felt an urge to throw his cue in frustration, bottled up to the extreme.

"Despicable! Shameless!" Feng Yanyan jumped out and pointed at Ye Fan, spewing curses.