Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Kane suddenly became nervous: "You...I'm warning you, you can never succeed!"

"What are you talking about?" Primo smiled contemptuously, "Do you think Song Fang..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Because he thought of a possibility: If Song Fang really wanted to be like Kane and let Kane and his father leave the field of genetic research, then if he said "Do you think he is the same as you?", wouldn't it be tantamount to disturbing the world? Song Fang's game was over.

No, no, no, you can't accidentally injure friendly forces.

"You're overthinking Primo. I never thought of using a small friendly match to ask Kane and his father to make decisions that affect their lives." Song Fang smiled and said, "After all, I I don’t think Kane has the ability to enter this field. And neither I nor Kane have enough weight to influence Mr. Mark.”

Kane felt sour in his heart.

Hearing Song Fang say that he didn't have the weight to influence his father was more uncomfortable than Song Fang calling him a fool in a roundabout way.

What's even more damning is that he actually agreed with Song Fang's statement.

In his father's mind, he really didn't count.

"Then what do you want?" Charles asked, with a little excitement in his tone.

Don't tell me, Song Fang really doesn't have any ideas.

In this fight with Kane, apart from being slapped in the head by Kane, and he would be too useless if he didn't deal with it, the main reason was that he wanted to see how far he could use the memory he got from Dan.

He really didn't lie to Charles. He's a real golf novice. Today is really his first time on the court.

But he has the memory copied from Dan.

Before Dan was imprisoned in the earth, this artificial intelligence was a serious playboy. Not to mention golf, it's as active as equestrian, surfing, and sailing a yacht, and as quiet as stud, mahjong, and gambling on Pai Gow. There's nothing he can't do. Only things Song Fang doesn't know about, or things that are beyond the limits of his imagination, such as solar wind surfing, planets, etc. Fishing or something like that. Even Doudizhu Zhajinhuadan is a good player.

It's not enough to just get memories, you have to let your body get used to these memories. That's why Song Fang played so well in the first few shots. If he hadn't been tricked by Kane midway, he might have continued to hide his capabilities and bide his time and not try to hunt the vultures.

Sure enough, actual combat is the best test. Song Fang defeated the Vulture, which meant that he could fully absorb Dan's memory without worrying about his self-awareness being diluted by Dan's memory.

This is the best result.

Over there, Charles was urging him to quickly give his opinion on Kane's punishment.

No, I am the one who wins. Why are you so excited?

Finally found a chance to defeat Kane?

Has our Professor x ever been so petty?

Song Fang couldn't help but smile. The professor who is not so upright is actually a bit cute.

After thinking about it carefully, Song Fang said: "Since I won, please ask Kane to find a way to restore the green to its original state. Kane's two friends were running and jumping on the green just now, and the turf was somewhat damaged."

"The two guys who came with Kane have been taken away. If they don't pay, the police will get involved." Primo said firmly, perhaps using some means, "This is your win. In this competition, think of something good for yourself and don’t waste this opportunity.”

The other seniors around him were also discussing for Song Fang.

Kane was shivering. He felt like a pig on a hook, with a crowd of diners surrounding him, deciding his life or death.

But Song Fang shook his head: "No need. Just repair the green. It's just a friendly match, there's no need to win any prizes. I just want to restore the venue to its original state and not cause trouble to the people behind."

When everyone heard this, they all gave Song Fang thumbs up: Song Fang is indeed very impressive.

"Okay, Kane, you know what you have to do," Charles said to his stepbrother. "And don't touch my mother's money."

Kane's cheeks jumped.

Seeing Charles's seniors praising Song Fang, he really wanted to scold them: Do you think that yellow-skinned monkey is a good person?

Is the green easy to repair?

Restoring greens costs more than just money. Some damage simply cannot be repaired!

He definitely couldn't solve this problem by himself, he had to talk to his father. Needless to say, he will get a beating when the time comes. The key is that his father will probably prohibit him from continuing to develop in the gang.

That's right, even though he was so angry, Kane had no idea of ​​severing ties with the gang where the two gangsters belonged.

Otherwise, regardless of whether he ends up paying for the maintenance of the green, this is a good excuse for him to break away from the gang.

"The matter is finally settled, let's go back to the rest area?" the outspoken senior suggested, "it's really tiring to stand."

One person laughed at him: "Before you are thirty, you will definitely be bigger than your Uncle John."

"How is that possible! I will definitely be able to pass through the door frame freely before I am thirty years old." The senior smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go~"

A group of people walked back huffing and puffing, chatting with friends, and it was so lively.

Kane was left alone, veins throbbing angrily, and walked off the golf course without saying a word.

No one pays attention to him anymore. Song Fang just stopped and looked at his leaving figure for a while, thought of something, and then stopped caring.

This put Song Fang a little distance away from the main force.

Charles leaned over: "Song Fang?"

Song Fang slowed down.

Charles glanced at the direction Kane was going, then at the seniors who were getting farther and farther away from the two of them, and asked Song Fang in a low voice: "I didn't mean to offend you, it's just... that last ball, you really It only took one shot?”

Song Fang raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean."

"Sorry, I really didn't doubt you." Charles said hurriedly, "But...how should I put it, you know, the conditions of this golf course are not suitable for playing vulture..."

"So?" Song Fang put his hands in his pockets and asked with raised eyebrows, "If you don't fit, you can't fight? Can I only do things that everyone can do? Are you also discriminating against my bloodline? ?"

"Yes, sorry..."

Charles was embarrassed by Song Fang and had to lower his head and look at his toes.

Song Fang patted him on the shoulder, passed him, and strode towards the crowd in front.

Charles looked at Song Fang's back.

He didn't want to question Song Fang, let alone question him. Song Fang defeated Kane, and he was happier than anyone else.

However, vulture ball requires not only strength, but also luck.

How could Song Fang ensure that his luck was so perfect that he could send the ball into the hole?

Of course, these are just vague suspicions. If there were only these doubts, Charles would not speak at all.

but……

Shortly after Song Fang played the last ball, he seemed to see something in the shape of a small ball flying through the air. When the seniors didn't notice Song Fang, it flew into Song Fang's pocket. .

The thing was so fast that he didn't see it clearly. But he didn't think it was just his eyesight.