Chapter 61: The God of the Game Arrives—Let Me Teach You How to Play

At this moment, Tock whispered something in Osney’s ear, and a barely perceptible, sly smile flickered across both their faces.

Osney then strode up to Chen Yufeng, his expression still radiating arrogance. He looked at Chen Yufeng with open contempt and spoke in clumsy Chinese, “Little Chinese friend, let’s do this: not only will I play you with my left hand, I’ll even spot you fifty points. I don’t want people saying I’m bullying you, how about it?”

“Don’t you understand Chinese? I’m being merciful, giving you the chance to learn from me. Get it? With those meager skills of yours, you call yourself a player? Let me show you, rookie, what real billiards is, what the pinnacle of snooker looks like.”

Chen Yufeng was thoroughly annoyed by this guy’s attitude. Showing off in front of me?

You’re still just a kid.

“You… you arrogant, ignorant Chinese boy, I’ll make you understand what a true god of the table is, what snooker really means.”

Osney was already seething with rage. He’d actually been told he couldn’t play? Truly, ignorance is fearlessness.

He would use his extraordinary skills to utterly crush this boastful, clueless brat.

He’d let this arrogant upstart see that the title of snooker god was not one to be mocked.

“For heaven’s sake, just get on with it! Anyone can talk big—stop wasting time.”

“Yes, hurry up! Less talk, more action!”

The crowd was brimming with excitement, especially the young heirs itching to bet—they all wanted a thrill.

They clamorously urged Osney and Chen Yufeng to start the match and settle their wager.

Chen Yufeng, having already set the tone, was determined to see it through. Seeing the crowd’s reaction, he was secretly delighted—this was exactly the effect he wanted. He scanned the room and declared loudly, “Since everyone wants to play, I’ll play with you. If I lose, you can kiss my girlfriend however you like. If I win, each of you gives me a million.”

“As for Osney and Tock, those two blond oddities, I won’t even take your money. If you lose, you both strip naked and dance the ‘wiggle-butt’ on top of the snooker table. How about it? You in?”

“Hell yes—why wouldn’t we play? Who’s afraid of whom?”

“Haha, this is fun! I’m in, count me!”

“A million is nothing. I’m here to play—let’s enjoy ourselves.”

The young heirs and nouveau riche uncles were eager to participate. After a final tally, out of the two or three hundred people present, one hundred and twenty-seven joined the bet.

The rest who didn’t join were mostly pretty girls along for fun and event staff. Only a couple dozen chose to stand aside and watch with reason.

Osney and Tock were determined to utterly humiliate this arrogant Chinese boy and were impatient to get started—there was no question of backing out.

Of course, no one believed the show-off stood a chance.

It was simply impossible.

Originally, when Osney sneered that Chinese people couldn’t play, he’d been criticized, but now the crowd was rooting for him—his victory meant they’d get to enjoy a beautiful girl’s “benefits.”

They were certain Osney would win; against such a poser, what could possibly go wrong?

Absolutely nothing.

Most people thought this so-called “prince of pool” was simply arrogant, overconfident, and shamelessly pretentious.

Osney himself couldn’t wait to demolish this conceited upstart, so, wasting no time, he stepped up and broke under the crowd’s urging.

Crack—

Osney broke the rack with practiced calm, exuding the confidence of a man in absolute control. He didn’t even use his left hand—he played right-handed, as the crowd wanted, eager to finish the match quickly.

As expected, Osney didn’t disappoint; he played flawlessly, everything under his command.

With his first shot, he skillfully potted a red, then followed with a black in a display of dazzling technique, then another red, then effortlessly another black…

Stroke after stroke, Osney maintained his rhythm—shooting, potting, repeating—nothing unexpected happened.

His control of angle and strength was nearly perfect, placing the cue ball exactly where he wanted, sinking every targeted ball with ease.

He had reached a level of near-divine mastery.

“Wow, what a shot!”

“My god, that went in too? Beautiful!”

Amid gasps of admiration and waves of applause, the frame ended swiftly—in just twenty-five minutes.

Osney played the frame to perfection—not only did he clear the table in one visit, but he did it in only twenty-five minutes.

The crucial detail: he achieved a maximum break of 147.

For reference, barring penalty points from fouls, the highest possible score in a frame of snooker is 147.

And here, in front of everyone, Osney achieved it with apparent ease. He hadn’t played so perfectly even against Li Donghui earlier, but now he’d done it in dazzling fashion.

“Bravo! The god of the table lives up to his name! Truly eye-opening!”

“Heavens—a maximum break in one visit! That’s mastery. I’m in awe, maestro—accept my humble respect!”

“Haha, we win! We win! Does that guy even need to play? He should just get out—what an embarrassment!”

The applause from the young heirs and tycoons who had placed bets never ceased from the opening shot to the final black. Now, a thunderous ovation erupted for Osney.

Without question, this was the pinnacle of snooker—how many in the world could clear the table with a maximum in just over twenty minutes?

If there were any, it certainly wasn’t the pretentious show-off.

So, the outcome was clear: Osney not only won, but he won flawlessly, putting his skills as the god of snooker fully on display.

Which meant, of course, they’d now get to enjoy the “benefits” promised by the beautiful girl.

Just thinking about it was enough to make them ecstatic.

A few rich heirs couldn’t wait; they sidled up to He Meixuan with sly grins, saying, “Come on, sweetheart, the outcome’s settled. Even if you wanted to back out, you can’t—there are too many witnesses.”

The rest of the participants were just as eager to claim their reward, crowding around He Meixuan with puckered lips, ready to play the kissing game…