Chapter 146

"Well, you still pretend to be forced at this time."

Seeing Lin Fan's leisurely manner, he leaned over with his bare head holding the club: "OK, I'll see how you'll still pretend to be forced?"

Bang.

A shot past hit the black ball, ejected out, the black ball sliding toward the lower bag.

According to that trajectory, if there is no accident, the black ball is 100% bagged.

Seeing this, Lin Fan put his hand on the ball table and shook it with his internal force.

When the black ball was about to drop, it stopped at the edge of the bag.

"Oh, it's not good. If you put more effort on it, the black ball will go in."

"It's a pity that you can almost clear the bag with one stroke."

"But there is still a chance to be bald. Now the table is full of solid colored balls, which is not easy to play."

Seeing the black ball on the edge of the bag at the last moment, everyone sighed constantly.

What's going on? Isn't it already set?

Looking at the black ball that didn't go into the bag, bareheaded and frowning, he looked at the staff, but what he saw was that the staff were at a loss.

See bareheaded and the staff wink, Lin Fan disdained to skim his mouth.

Just now when bareheaded began to fight, Lin Fan began to observe what was going on.

Obviously, the accuracy of the skinhead is not enough, and the strength of the skinhead is not accurate, but those balls are falling bags.

But when Lin Fan reached for the table, it all understood.

Dare to be in the ball table under the magnet, will directly hit the ball in the bag mouth.

There's something wrong with the table, there's a problem with the ball.

To deal with this kind of guy, you have to wait until he laughs to the last moment.

"It seems that luck is on my side again."

Yang Yang in the club, Lin Fan went up to the white ball directly poke past: "next, start my performance."

Bang.

A solid colored ball goes into the bag.

"Boy, it's just a goal. There's no need to be so happy."

He stood aside with his arms in his arms, unscrewed his soda and took a sip.

No matter the table or the ball, Lin fan can't win even though he is strong.

Yeah? How is that possible?

It's just that the next moment the soda hasn't swallowed the gambling money, and his bald face is full of disbelief.

One shot, two solid colored balls into the bag.

"It's called killing two birds with one stone, and then this stab is a three goal hole."

After calculating the angle and strength, Lin fan controls the internal force and pokes it out.

Bang bang bang.

Three sounds were heard, followed by three sounds of entering the bag.

"Incredible skill, three goals in one stroke, is that really possible?"

"It's too powerful. It's not only accurate angle, but also enough strength."

Everyone looked at Lin Fan with astonishment, which they had never seen before.

No way. How did he do it?

He kept shaking his head, his eyes wide open.

You know, the table and the ball are all hands and feet, it is impossible to achieve this.

Bang! Bang!

There were two more sounds, and the last solid color ball and black ball successively entered the bag.

"Gao Zhuang, 300000 chips."

Put down the club, Lin fan to the dazed Gao Zhuang called: "hurry up, we have to continue the next game."

"Yes, yes, I'll take it."

Finally, Gao Zhuang came back to the God and excitedly ran over and picked up the 300000 chips: "ha ha, thank you for the 300000 of bald brothers."

Holding heavy chips, Gao Zhuang is not to mention how happy and excited he is.

Just now bareheaded was about to score a black goal, but he was anxious not to know what to do.

But behind Lin Fan's magic, directly reversed the situation, a clean bag.

"Now, Van Gogh, I see what you mean by the beginning of that." Gao Zhuang's face worship: "we only seek wealth, not life."