Li Maner almost cried: "Still spinning..."

Tang Yanxi and the others discovered that even though they had scored seven goals in a row, the white balls on the table were still spinning, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

For the first time, Han Ziqi's heart trembled inexplicably.

"boom!"

The white ball hit the edge of the table and bounced back, then hit the black number eight in the corner.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, black eight, into the bag.

Complete victory!

There was dead silence in the whole place.

Tang Yanxi, Pang Zhuang, and everyone including Han Ziqi opened their mouths wide.

They stared blankly at the half-cleared table, as if they couldn't believe that all of this was real.

Everyone has their eyes on Ye Fan, and they still can't accept the ending of Ye Fan's one-shot victory.

This is not the level of a country bumpkin, it is more than enough to beat professional golfers.

If this is luck, it is also the luck of winning 300 million.

Han Ziqi also looked at Mark again, his eyes shining.

She always felt that Mark was a little different, but she didn't expect that he would be so capable of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
Chapter completed!