Chapter 1992 - 1817: Snooker (Part 2)

Chapter 1992: Chapter 1817: Snooker (Part 2)

Seeing the punch about to hit, he backed away, patted his chest, looking startled: "Sir, your punching dance is too fierce, be careful not to hurt anyone."

Fuck, dodged again.

Rufa cursed under his breath, thinking the kid in front of him seemed a bit strange.

He was a bit anxious too, stepped forward and continued to swing his fist at Song Yun’s head.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Song Yun yelled, slipped, and fell toward Luck.

He leaned forward, lowering his body, Luck’s fist grazed over his head, missing him.

"Ah?!"

Luck furrowed his brows as his fourth attack missed, he pulled back his fist intending to continue the assault.

But at that moment, Song Yun’s forehead unexpectedly collided with Luck’s face.

Though it was just a slip collision, the force was quite strong.

With a thud.

Luck’s nose got crooked, blood streamed down his face, his head feeling a bit dizzy.

"Damn!"

Luck cursed loudly, and suddenly pushed Song Yun away.

At this moment, Song Yun staggered but managed to stand up straight, showing an apologetic expression to Luck, he said: "Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to, I slipped earlier. Let me check your nose, you’re bleeding."

Seeing Song Yun approach, Luck gestured: "Don’t come closer."

Luck thought the Huaxia person in front of him was quite sinister.

Unintentionally, he managed to dodge four attacks and broke his nose.

Could it really be a coincidence?

Or was this Huaxia person doing it on purpose?

Luck grew cautious, seeing Song Yun approaching, he immediately stopped him: "Stop there, don’t come closer."

"Sir, you’re bleeding, are you alright, let me take you to the hospital."

Song Yun pointed at Luck’s nose, showing a concerned expression.

His demeanor was so convincing, he could completely win an Oscar for best actor.

Luck frowned, touched his crooked nose, and said deeply: "It’s okay, I’m fine."

Song Yun showed concern: "But your nose is crooked, shouldn’t you go to the hospital? Let me take you, lest you bleed to death."

"No need."

Luck squinted his eyes slightly, flashed a murderous look, and turned to walk out of the dance floor.

"Sir, don’t you need me to pay for your medical expenses?"

Song Yun shouted, making Luck grit his teeth angrily.

He clearly came to pick a fight to flirt, who knew he’d end up not winning the girl, and get his nose broken by Song Yun.

He angrily returned to his seat, Ben Shaming and Berant having witnessed everything that just happened, felt a bit schadenfreude.

Seeing Luck’s face covered in blood now, they held back their laughter, and said: "Luck, you better go to the hospital, your nose is crooked, isn’t it?"

Luck glared coldly at Ben Shaming.

Ben Shaming shuddered, feeling as if he had been targeted by a wild beast, a chill down his spine.

He quickly shut his mouth, not daring to speak.

"Hmph."

Luck snorted coldly, wiped the blood off his face with a wet tissue, then straightened his nose and didn’t bother with his injuries anymore.

The Blood Clan’s recovery ability is strong, a small injury like this will heal by tomorrow.

Watching Luck injured, Berant pulled out his phone and said: "Luck, that Huaxia boy dared to hurt you, it’s simply a death wish. Don’t worry, I’ll call someone over, we’ll deal with him tonight."

"No need, I’ll handle it myself."

Luck stopped Berant’s good intentions.

He’s just an ordinary person, as a dignified Blood Clan Viscount, he doesn’t believe he can’t handle it.

He picked up a wine glass, took a sip, his cold gaze fixed on Song Yun.

He made a decision, the moment Song Yun left the bar and reached a sparsely populated area, he would strike.

At that time, he would instantly kill Song Yun and leave, nobody would know it was the Blood Clan’s doing, naturally, no other forces would be alerted.

Inside the dance floor, a constant energy locked onto Song Yun, he knew it was Luck watching him.

"Looks like this guy plans to kill me once I leave the bar."

Song Yun smiled coldly, not caring about Luck.

At this point, Chen Mengjie asked: "That person earlier was quite strange, what was he trying to do?"

Song Yun laughed: "He was trying to shove me aside to dance with you. Didn’t you notice? You’re now the focus of the whole floor."

Chen Mengjie shyly stuck out her tongue, glancing around, indeed, she noticed many men looking at her.

Though she’s not shy about filming movies, she felt quite uneasy at this moment.

She stopped dancing and said to Song Yun: "Let’s leave, I don’t want to dance anymore."

"Okay."

Song Yun nodded, took Chen Mengjie’s hand, and returned to their seat.

As soon as they sat down, Arnold greeted: "Chen, we’ve had thirteen drinks, you’re late, you’ll have to drink more."

Song Yun knew Arnold was targeting him, he laughed: "Great director, since we’re drinking, let’s have some rules, or it won’t be fun."

Upon hearing this, Arnold asked cautiously: "What rules? If they’re Huaxia rules, that won’t do, we’re in France, we have to follow French rules."

"Of course we’ll follow French rules." Song Yun laughed, saying: "How about this, you come up with a gameplay, and we’ll play it, the loser drinks."

"Alright."

Arnold agreed, immediately thinking of what he’s good at.

He glanced around, his eyes lit up when he saw a snooker table in the corner of the nightclub, and said to Song Yun: "How about we play billiards, the loser drinks. For each point lost, drink that many beers."

Seeing Arnold’s confident demeanor, Song Yun knew he definitely was good at snooker.

However, Song Yun was not at all worried about losing.

Considering control over the ball, he, possessing True Qi, could surely outperform an ordinary person.

He laughed: "Sure, then let’s play snooker. But one point per bottle of beer, not per glass. How does that sound? I’m not bullying you."

Though the nightclub’s beer was small bottles, one point per bottle was quite intense.

If you lose by dozens of points, you might have to drink dozens of bottles.

Yet, Arnold didn’t hesitate, sneered: "Interesting, one point per bottle, alright, I’ll play with you. Don’t cheat when you lose."

Song Yun laughed: "Of course I won’t cheat."

The others listening to them, several other crew actors laughed.

"Arnold the director once won the amateur world championship in snooker when he was young, this kid dares to play him, isn’t he asking for trouble?"

"If he scores a 147, wouldn’t that mean Song Yun has to drink 147 bottles."

"Haha, he’s sure to lose."

Hearing this, Song Yun was indifferent.

No matter if you’re an amateur champion or a professional champion, Song Yun wouldn’t be intimidated at all.

However, Chen Mengjie was a bit scared.

Chen Mengjie pulled Song Yun, softly saying: "Don’t play with him, he seems quite good, what if you lose? You can’t possibly drink that much, can you?"

"Don’t worry, I won’t lose."

Song Yun winked at Chen Mengjie, stood up, and said to Arnold: "Let’s go."

Arnold smiled confidently, walked with Song Yun towards the billiard table, internally thinking: "Kid, let’s see how arrogant you are, wait until I beat you by dozens of points. See if you can continue being cocky."

The other crew members followed along.

At this moment, by the billiard table, a handsome man was teaching a beautiful woman to play ball, their close interactions clearly intended to flirt with each other.

As a famous director in France, Arnold’s fame was quite big here, he stepped forward to negotiate, and his counterpart quickly recognized him, agreeing to yield the billiard table.

The waiter arranged the balls, reset the scoreboard to zero, Arnold casually picked up a cue, skillfully wiped the tip, smiled confidently at Song Yun: "Let’s start. I’ll break first, giving you a chance, so you can’t say I’m bullying you."