BLESS ME, BLESS YOU

CHAPTER 22

Mr. Ja glanced at the chips on the table, and someone exchanged the same for him.

He let the people clear the table, and said with a smile, “The value of these chips are not small, let’s just play a round?”

“Up to you.” Pon took off the outer layer of his baseball jacket, tucked his necklace into the T-shirt and said lightly, “I can afford to lose.”

Sailub thought about the pocket money Pon had which was less than one chip and sighed softly.

Sailub turned his head and asked the waiter softly to help him exchange chips.

Since he said he could afford to lose, he had to really make it as though he could afford to lose.

At most he’ll just help him win it back later on.

Mr. Ja explained the rules and grabbed a glass of wine.

After two sips, he said, “Don’t throw the dice. Let’s follow the formal rules.”

Pon agreed. He picked up the cue, walked to the pool table and put the cue on the side of his neck as he turned his neck and wrist.

The two hit the ball in order, and Pon’s cue ball was closer to the table.

Pon kicked-off the match.

“You don’t look like a novice.” Mr. Ja stood beside Pon and smiled. “Did Sailub teach you? He has good skills.”

Pon quietly looked at the billiard balls on the table, silently calculating the angles of incidence of a few balls, and said nothing.

They played nine goals, which would be more beneficial to Mr. Ja depending on the kick-off situation.

Seeing that Pon did not speak, Mr. Ja thought he was nervous.

He raised his eyebrow and waited next to the table with his wine glass.

Pon moved his lips lightly, muttering something silently. He walked to the pool table, leaned down, and put the cue on his thin fingers.

As soon as he calmed down, he moved his cue lightly and hit it into the hole in one stroke.

Mr. Ja was not in a hurry.

He was a veteran and thought the other would definitely not be able to hit the number four ball at a glance.

The maximum time Pon would play should be for another five minutes and then he’d have to be replaced.

Pon walked to the other side of the pool table, changed positions twice, and hit the ball successfully again.

Pon pursed his lips, pausing for less than half a minute before scoring another goal.

Mr. Ja put down the wine glass and picked up the club.

Pon walked to the other side of the pool table, took the chocolate powder and wiped his skin. He raised his foot slightly, as he leaned against the table lightly.
Mr. Ja narrowed his eyes.

Pon silently counted the hit points, took a breath, and suddenly exerted force.

The cue ball jumped over the No. 7 ball and sent the No. 4 ball into the hole.

“Amazing!”
Michael looked at Sailub  and laughed. “This… I have never heard of it before, where did Young Master Pon play previously?”

“He won’t be coming out to play.” Sailub fixedly looked at Pon. “You think when someone can do something, they just show it off all day?”

Mr. Ja, who was not far away from Sailub, felt his smile fade as his fingertips slightly clenched.

“If this were to be in our club…” Michael praised, “Is Young Master Pon not willing to come out to play?”