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The gaze of the woman and the onlookers suddenly converged on Jufeng, as if the scattered sunlight had been focused through a magnifying glass, concentrating all its brilliance on a single point, leaving that spot momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity.
However, Jufeng understood that the meanings behind the woman's and the crowd's gazes were far from the same. He raised a challenging look towards the woman, embodying the attitude of a villain who dared her to do something about it.
The woman pondered for a moment, realizing that her previous shot, if not for external interference, would have surely gone into the pocket. Moreover, she read in Jufeng's eyes a sense of domineering arrogance, further solidifying her suspicions.
Yet, even if her conjecture was close to reality, without evidence it remained mere speculation. Besides, she truly could not fathom what means Jufeng had employed; all she could do was silently suffer the consequences.
As for the crowd's gaze, it became sharper at that moment, filled with hope as they looked at Jufeng, akin to frenzied investors staring at a screen and internally shouting "Rise, rise, rise!"
They were practically drooling.
The woman had made an error; though subtle, it provided Jufeng with a chance for a comeback. In the previous shot, he had already demonstrated his skill in clearing the table. Given this, it was highly likely he would seize this opportunity to turn the tables.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the woman stepped aside for Jufeng, transferring control of the game to him.
His stance remained awkward and unconventional, yet his shots were still remarkably precise. In just a few moments, every ball on the table sank into the pockets, leaving only the cue ball standing alone in solitude.
The color drained from the woman's face; losing two rounds in a row—especially in such an inexplicable manner—was infuriating.
Yet in front of everyone, she had to confront the reality of her defeat. No one would believe her claims of foul play; people only believed in witnessing the spectacle that awaited them.
Once an exalted figure akin to a deity, now she had the chance to fall from grace. Many men below secretly pinched their arms hard, feeling as if everything was unreal like a dream.
But it hurt quite a bit, so it was all real.
The woman lowered her head and quietly contemplated for a while. Jufeng did not take advantage of her distress; he knew that impatience could lead to trouble and thus waited quietly by.
After some time, she slowly lifted her head and looked at Jufeng with eyes as calm as plum blossoms after snow. "This was originally a wager between just you and me; only we can enjoy the outcome. It has nothing to do with anyone else. So I will ask everyone else to leave; I trust you won't mind."
Jufeng casually remarked, "Of course, as long as I can enjoy what I want to see, that's enough for me. I don't care how many people share it with me."
The woman snorted coldly and whispered a few words to her companion. Soon after, the companion called over a few subordinates through her earpiece and politely asked the onlookers to leave. It was evident that the woman was quite adept at managing the situation; not only did she waive all charges for the night, but she also promised discounts for their next visit.
However, despite this, the guests couldn't help but grumble and complain. After all, compared to that trivial amount of money, the woman's striptease was far more enticing—something truly priceless.
Yet they all vaguely understood the power behind the woman, so even while venting their frustrations, no one dared to act out. In reality, what they knew was merely the tip of the iceberg; if they were to glimpse the entire iceberg, even if it were free, no one would dare return.
As people left and the room emptied, only Jufeng and the woman remained on the second floor.
The woman was neither pleasant nor angry; she simply stated a fact in a calm manner. She placed her cue stick into a beautifully decorated holder and moved to a basin on the other side. While washing off the fine powder from her smooth hands, she said, "I don't care what means you used; I won't pursue the established outcome. I concede this round, but for the next one, we need to change our approach. And as compensation from you, I want to go first."
Jufeng crossed his arms and leaned against a wall adorned with mosaics, watching as the woman wiped her hands with a snow-white silk scarf. Suddenly, he laughed.
"Since you know I've used some means, why not send someone to catch me? Instead, you continue playing pool with me."
"When a cat considers a mouse its prey, it won't eat it right away; it enjoys the process," she replied in a calm voice, much like the cat in Vera's arms.
However, Jufeng didn't appreciate her tone and helplessly said, "You are so confident that I'm just a mouse! Now that we're so close, this so-called defenseless mouse could very well kill you, the cat."
After finishing wiping her hands, the woman slowly revealed a smile and slid her snow-white fingers beneath her leather skirt. She responded to Jufeng's words: "You're not an ordinary mouse; your vision isn't so short-sighted. Killing me is clearly not your goal; that's why I want to play with you."
As she spoke, a pure black triangular garment slipped from beneath her skirt and glided down her flawless legs before brushing past her delicate feet. With a single elegant finger, she hooked it back.
Jufeng watched all of this calmly; however, the bulge in his pants couldn't hide his inner shock and struggle. This had nothing to do with desire but rather was a natural reflex expected of any normal man.
“From the beginning, you are the only woman who undresses in this way. I must say, I’m quite amazed. May I ask, what does it feel like not to wear underwear? Is it much more comfortable?”
The woman’s eyes widened in shock at his words, and she swiftly threw the delicate, silk-like fabric in her hand at Jufeng. Unfortunately, her strength was lacking; the triangular piece of clothing barely made it halfway before it fluttered down.
Jufeng understood that some jokes should only be touched upon lightly, so he refrained from teasing further. “Alright then, you’ve undressed. What do you plan to do next? Are we not playing this anymore? You should start; you have a significant advantage.”
The woman shook her head and walked into the inner room first. Romain followed closely behind, not wanting to lose sight of the enchanting figure before him.
Upon entering the inner room, he realized it was not just one room but a suite. After navigating through a few corridors, they arrived at a narrow room that also housed a Pool Table, though it looked quite different from the one outside.
The woman said calmly, “I don’t know who you learned Pool from. Your stance may be poor, but your accuracy is lacking. Since we can’t determine a winner right away, let’s switch to something more challenging: Snooker! The last game will decide everything.”
(To be continued)
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