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Jufeng, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, removed his short-sleeved shirt, revealing a well-built physique. However, on his seemingly muscular body were deep scars that crisscrossed like terrifying dragons, a testament to countless bloody battles he had endured. For a man, these scars were the most glorious medals of honor.
After a brief moment of astonishment, the onlookers began to murmur among themselves, commenting on the scars that adorned Jufeng's body. It was only when a woman made a move that their chatter abruptly ceased.
She was equally surprised. Due to her background, she had seen many men engaged in violence; even her brother, a prominent figure, bore several scars. No one was born destined to be an emperor; in this world, achieving anything worthwhile came at a price.
Though she was a woman, she understood this truth. Thus, she was curious about the man before her—what kind of achievements could he have attained to bear so many scars?
As these thoughts crossed her mind, her worries began to increase.
Jufeng did not give the crowd more time to react nor did he seek any awe or sympathy for his battle marks. He set his shirt aside and said to the woman, "Let’s continue."
With that, Jufeng picked up the dice and tossed them casually. The dice spun rapidly on the pool table before coming to a stop, showing six facing the crowd.
The first roll resulted in one, and the second roll yielded six. This sparked renewed interest among the spectators, and discussions about Jufeng's scars faded as they turned their attention to the woman's upcoming roll.
Jufeng wore a faint smile, looking quite pleased as he observed her. The woman appeared slightly taken aback but quickly regained her composure, as if to say that even if he went first, it didn’t matter—who won or lost was still another matter entirely!
There were six sides on the dice, with six being the highest number. It was unlikely for her to achieve a miracle; the best she could do would be to match Jufeng's score and roll again.
Jufeng's luck had turned dramatically; it remained to be seen how the woman would fare.
As everyone held their breath in anticipation, she rolled the dice casually. Ultimately, they landed on three—a disappointment for her as she lacked Jufeng's fortune. Thus, Jufeng would break first.
He smiled lightly and picked up a cue from the public rack before walking over to one side of the pool table. Once the caddy arranged all the balls neatly, he bent down to prepare for his shot.
However, just as Jufeng bent over, laughter erupted from the crowd. Amidst the raucous laughter were sighs from several men; even the woman beside him couldn’t help but cover her face in amusement.
Jufeng bent over without shrugging his shoulders. Yet he had anticipated this uproar and paid it no mind.
The reason was simple; he had only been exposed to Pool for a short time and didn’t have the chance to adopt the proper stance. In fact, deliberately trying to perfect his posture only diminished his accuracy. As a result, his movements appeared particularly awkward in the eyes of professionals. His hips were neither here nor there, the curve of his waist was insufficient, and his eyes were far from the tip of the cue stick—he looked like a complete amateur.
Thus, after Jufeng finished his stance, many who had harbored unwarranted hope suddenly fell from their lofty expectations, abandoning any fantasies they had.
However, Jufeng's next shot brought an abrupt silence to the room. Everyone held their breath, rubbing their eyes in disbelief at what they were witnessing.
Jufeng ’s seemingly casual shot produced a resounding "bang!" that echoed throughout the second floor. The clustered colored balls scattered in all directions, even more thoroughly than when a woman played. "Thud, thud, thud, thud!" Four balls sank into pockets in quick succession, despite not being of the same pattern.
The woman standing by the Pool Table noticed this and gradually lost her smile, her brows furrowing slightly.
Jufeng paid no mind to the gazes and reactions around him; he continued to play with what others deemed an amateurish stance. With each shot he took, the sound of a ball sinking into a pocket rang out like a slap across the faces of those who had mocked him earlier.
Before long, and even faster than the woman had taken, Jufeng finished potting all his designated balls. Despite his extremely amateurish technique becoming a source of ridicule for many, no matter how convoluted the path was, the cue ball always found its target and successfully knocked it into a pocket.
Jufeng delivered an exquisite performance for everyone present; with amateur skills, he exuded a professional aura that made everyone take notice. If it weren't for the more important events that were about to unfold, they would have surely given him more time to bask in applause.
Because soon enough, someone was going to take off their clothes.
After finishing his shots, Jufeng ’s movements may not have been graceful, but he ended with flair. He leaned on the cue stick with one hand and stood quietly beside the Pool Table, casting a meaningful glance at the woman without uttering a word.
As if on cue, all eyes on the second floor turned toward her; even her attendant, who usually kept her head down in submission, couldn’t help but lift her gaze slightly.
The woman’s brows remained tightly knitted together; her brow furrowed in concentration added an extra touch of beauty.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and suddenly smiled. "We agreed to take off our clothes earlier but didn’t establish an order for doing so. Therefore, it’s up to personal choice. I have four pieces of clothing on; I’ll choose which one to remove."
Her words were not without truth; however, she could only choose between two items: her shirt or her leather skirt. Regardless of which she chose, it would certainly provide quite a spectacle for those present.
As she began preparing to undress, the sounds of people swallowing hard filled the entire second floor.
However, once again, everyone was taken aback as they never expected such a method of undressing.
The woman slowly unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, revealing a large expanse of skin as white as snow. Then, she suddenly reached behind her back, effortlessly adjusting something, and pulled her arms back through the sleeves of the shirt one after the other. After loosening her clothing, she retrieved her first piece of clothing from the exposed skin.
Many people had not even swallowed their saliva before it began to flow out.
Indeed, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
The woman fastened the first button at the collar again, thus completing the removal of that first piece of clothing.
The room was filled with dropped jaws...
(To be continued)
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