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On a brightly lit street in a certain county of England, Jufeng followed a young man with explosive yellow hair and three shiny Silver Light earrings embedded in his ears, winding his way into a dark corner.
Not all dark deeds must be hidden away from the light; they do not always have to take place in the unseen shadows of opulence. The darkness beneath the brilliance is still brilliance, merely requiring a stark contrast to reveal it.
Thus, in that dim corner, as they ascended the steps and pushed open the door, what greeted them was still a scene of wealth and splendor.
After entering, the Young Man with Yellow Hair went off to chat with acquaintances. After some time, he returned to Jufeng and said, "I've found the Pool expert you wanted. She'll be out shortly. But don't say I didn't warn you—just because you beat me doesn't mean you'll be invincible. This woman is undoubtedly the queen of this area; I've never seen her lose. To prevent you from walking away empty-handed later, you'd better pay me my guiding fee first."
Jufeng smiled dismissively at his words, pulled out a handful of money from his pocket—all in British currency—and handed it all to the young man.
As the young man counted the money Romain had given him, he suddenly felt a jolt of surprise and asked, "Did you just give me all the money you won from me earlier?"
Romain waved his hand, signaling him not to overreact. Impatiently, he said, "I advise you to take the money and leave quickly. If a fight breaks out later, it could end badly for you."
The young man paused in confusion and asked, "Aren't we playing Pool? How could there be a fight?"
Romain chuckled softly, wearing an inscrutable expression as he replied, "If your skills aren't up to par and you try to cheat or deny it later, won't that lead to a fight?"
The Yellow-Haired Youth was taken aback; he had brought Romain here out of frustration for losing so much money. He knew he couldn't afford to offend anyone here. If Romain really tried to cheat him, he would be in trouble.
Without another thought, the young man took off running and quickly vanished from sight on the second floor.
Watching that flash of bright yellow disappear from view, Jufeng couldn't help but chuckle softly. The person Vera had found for him was indeed amusing. He wondered what kind of gang this was that required contact through Pool, forcing him to practice diligently on the plane for several hours.
Fortunately, due to his martial arts background, Romain quickly grasped this sport. Regardless of how he executed the moves, his accuracy was exceptional; any ball he aimed for had no chance of escaping his grasp.
Having left Pizza Hut without stopping at Washing City along the way, Jufeng crossed the sea and arrived here directly.
As Jufeng boarded the plane, he received a call from Vera. The content of the call was quite bewildering; she wanted him to learn Pool. In Romain's mind, this had nothing to do with his battle against the Yamamoto Clan. Why did he have to study so intensely on the plane?
Without much hesitation, Romain complied. However, after disembarking, not only was there no one to greet him, but he also ordered himself to find the Young Man with Yellow Hair. He had to challenge him to a game of Pool and ensure that Romain won decisively. Suppressing his inner doubts, Romain ultimately made the Blonde Young Man concede defeat. Then, under Vera's direction, he found himself here with the Blonde youth—how strange!
Romain had a wireless earpiece in his ear, and on the other end was Vera, who was remotely guiding him.
Following Vera's instructions to scare off the Blonde Young Man, Romain took advantage of the lack of onlookers and spoke into the earpiece.
"Sister Vera, it seems we have a partnership here. When did you unilaterally change the terms of our agreement so that I must obey you?"
"Alright, I’ll accept that for now," she replied. "But why are you still controlling me remotely without giving me any preparation? It doesn’t make sense to start filming without letting the actors see the script first; that’s not how a good director operates."
As Romain complained to Vera in his ear, he admired the lavish scenery on the second floor. It was indeed an extravagant place; every wall was adorned with expensive Mosaic tiles, and every few meters hung exquisite paintings from various eras and styles around the world. From Romain's perspective, they were definitely not fakes.
After listening to Romain's complaints, Vera felt no guilt at all. She murmured, "Has that woman arrived yet?"
At her question, Romain scanned the room. The entire second floor was exquisitely designed with eight Pool tables, each looking meticulously crafted and distinct in style. At that moment, there were guests and spectators gathered around each table—except for one that remained empty.
Romain recalled that the young man with blonde hair had mentioned someone who was next to that empty table. After speaking, that young man had entered a private room and had yet to come out; he must be the person Vera referred to as "that woman."
Romain replied calmly, "She hasn’t shown up yet. But it’s surprising to have a private Pool table here; it seems like someone of considerable means should own it. Aren’t you going to tell me about her identity or background? Otherwise, if I say or do something inappropriate later on, don’t blame me for ruining your plans or tarnishing your reputation as a director."
Vera’s indifferent voice came through the earpiece. "It’s fine; I trust your acting skills. Besides, today’s performance will be extremely simple—just find a way to push her down, and everything will fall into place."
Before Romain could respond, Vera decisively hung up the phone. As he listened to the busy tone in his ear, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
Push down! The same words can express vastly different meanings in different contexts. Jufeng certainly did not think that Vera meant for him to wait until that woman came out, then walk over to her, gently extend his hands, and with a push, have the woman fall down, after which everything would be fine.
He understood that Vera's words had another meaning; the so-called push down naturally referred to pushing someone onto the bed. However, to push down on their first meeting was rather too casual.
Jufeng secretly cursed in his heart, wondering how Vera could imagine him as such a frivolous person. Besides, when had he fallen to the point of sacrificing his dignity for the sake of achieving something?
Just as Jufeng was lost in thought, suddenly the entire second floor fell silent. Everyone who was playing ball and the crowd watching, regardless of age or gender, stopped what they were doing or discussing and turned their attention toward a certain area of the court.
Naturally, Jufeng also turned his gaze in that direction, and at the end of his line of sight, he saw a woman!
A stunningly beautiful woman!
(To be continued)
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