White-eyed wolf

53.

Yu Yun and Yan Chengyue went to the billiard hall they had been to before.

This private meeting was actually mentioned by Yan Cheng first, and Yu Yun hadn't replied before, and the time and place were not agreed until today.

It was still the same VIP box. When Yan Cheng entered, Yu Yun was dressed in black and was half leaning on the ball table.

His legs are long and straight, and the back line wrapped by the shirt is particularly beautiful. His side face is three-dimensional and delicate, and the drooping eyelashes sweep a curved shadow on his face. Under the illumination of the overhead light, he seems to be glowing. .

The sleeve of the shirt was rolled up by him, and the scar on the right wrist was clearly exposed.Since the injury, he has never worn short-sleeved clothes again, so few people know that he has such a scar on his right wrist.

Even Shen Zhao only noticed it a few times by accident, and whenever he wanted to ask further questions, Yu Yun would always prevaricate him with various reasons.

Yu Yun held on to the club with his left hand, and took a piece of powder in his right hand, and was rubbing his skin leisurely. After hearing the sound, he turned his head slowly and saw Yan Cheng.

"You're here." Yu Yun got off the table, his casual movements were indescribably elegant.

For some reason, Yan Cheng felt a little apprehensive when he saw the person in front of him walking slowly towards him, but it was obvious that Yu Yun was not just a frail scholar in his eyes.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Yu Yun asked him.

Yan Cheng pretended to cough and regained some momentum. He looked directly at Yu Yun without beating around the bush: "I want to know, does Minghui's death have anything to do with you?"

After hearing this, Yu Yun didn't answer right away, but just stared at Yan Cheng closely, his deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, which made people feel hairy. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned his head and laughed, and asked, "What do you mean?" Woolen cloth?"

When Yu Yun was staring at him just now, Yan Cheng felt that he was almost out of breath, as if his whole body had been seen through and there was nowhere to hide, but this feeling disappeared suddenly when Yu Yun opened his mouth .

"It's you, right? I know it's you!" Yan Cheng was obviously excited, "Who are you going to deal with next? Me? Or Shen Zhao?"

Yu Yun didn't answer directly, but asked him instead: "So, are you here to stop me?"

His voice was as gentle as usual, but there was an imperceptible sarcasm in his tone.

"...No," Yan Cheng denied, "I'm here to make a bet with you."

Yu Yun's pupils narrowed slightly, as if surprised.

"How about using billiards?" Yan Cheng clenched his fist with his right hand, pointing his thumb at the table, "If I win, you promise me one thing unconditionally; on the contrary, if you win, I promise you one thing unconditionally, how about that?" ?”

Yu Yun thought for a while, pretending to be distressed: "But I don't have anything I want you to do..."

"You?!" Yan Cheng was annoyed.

Yu Yun smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Deal."

Skill on the table is nothing more than practice makes perfect.

Yan Cheng played with Shen Zhao at the pool table since he was a child, and his game skills are only slightly inferior to Shen Zhao's. Last time, he was impetuous and didn't play well. If he really played seriously, he could also play [-]-[-] with Shen Zhao.

As for Yu Yun, his dominant hand was destroyed three years ago. No matter how good a doctor is, he can't make any splashes. Yan Cheng is confident enough to win against him.

He knows that Yu Yun is a person who can do what he promises to others, and he wants Yu Yun to keep that secret and never appear in front of Shen Zhao again.

Yan Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong with this bet that was extremely beneficial to him, nor did he feel that he was despicable and selfish. He even thought that he had given Yu Yun enough face by doing so, and he was fully capable of making Yu Yun disappear directly. .

The right to hit the ball was still determined by rebounding from the bottom. The two hit the ball at the same time, and Yan Cheng lost to Yu Yun by a very small distance.

Yan Cheng frowned in dissatisfaction, and said nothing. At this moment, he didn't notice this tiny gap at all, and only attributed it all to the so-called luck.

Yan Cheng walked to the other side and put fifteen balls in a triangular frame.

While observing the situation on the table, Yu Yun wiped the tip of the cue, and then placed the cue ball behind the line of scrimmage.

As Yan Cheng expected, Yu Yun still held the pole with his left hand just like last time.I saw him leaning down, putting the cue stick on the hand rest made by his right hand, and then tentatively pushed the cue stick twice, and after confirming the good feel, he hit it neatly.

With a sound of "Boom", fifteen colored balls scattered in response, and some of them touched the edge of the table and bounced back.

"Fuck, you're lucky." Yan Cheng cursed secretly in his heart.

Yu Yun didn't seem surprised, and there was no expression of joy on his face. He circled the table a few times to determine the next target ball.

Yan Cheng held the club and looked at Yu Yun, not caring, even a little disdainful.

"Boom" sounded again, the second flower ball was firmly in the bag, and the white cue ball stayed in a pretty good position.

Yan Cheng took a rough look and found that there were several suitable hitting points, one of which was quite good.

Sure enough, Yu Yun also found the hitting point, and the third bouquet went into the bag without any effort.

All three goals in the opening game were scored beautifully, and Yu Yun's movements were done in one go without delay.

Yan Cheng couldn't help frowning, he vaguely felt that Yu Yun seemed to be playing well, maybe on par with himself.

However, Yu Yun did not give him much time to think and react. His thinking was very clear from the beginning to the end. None of his actions were superfluous. Every time the target ball entered the bag, the cue ball would It stays in just the right place, as precise as a pre-programmed machine.

Seven flower balls are not many, seeing the balls being pocketed one after another, Yan Cheng began to panic, he even felt a burst of fear for no reason.

He cursed Yu Yun again and again in his heart not to score the next ball, but God failed, every time the ball went into the pocket as smoothly as the preset route.

"Boom—" There was the last sound of hitting the ball in my ear, as dull as a bell ringing.

The black eight pocketed, declaring the end of the game.

Yan Cheng was dumbfounded and didn't react for a long time.After witnessing all this, he still couldn't believe it. How did Yu Yun do it just now?

A right-handed one-shot clearance with his left hand?How can this be?

"Sorry, I've accepted it." Yu Yun looked at him and said.

Yan Cheng hadn't recovered from the shock, and couldn't accept the fact that he lost without even having a chance to make a move.

"You, you..." Yan Cheng "you" couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time, "No, no, it doesn't count, two wins in three rounds... yes, two wins in three rounds, and then..."

"Are you trying to play tricks?" Yu Yun interrupted him, his eyes were as cold as a knife's edge, he rubbed his right wrist, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Although I don't mind playing two more rounds with you..."

Ever since he was a child, the word "lose" has never been in Yan Cheng's dictionary. Whoever meets him, Young Master Yan, must be respectful and nice, and now people like Yu Yun look down upon him. The more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated. He grabbed the other party's collar and said angrily, "You're fucking playing with me on purpose, right?"

Yu Yun calmly stroked his hand, and couldn't help feeling amused: "You made the bet, and you chose the method. It's really funny that I'm not as skilled as others, but you blame me."

"Try saying one more thing?" Yan Cheng gritted his teeth angrily, and waved his hand to greet him with a punch. The strength was merciless. If he was hit, he might be in pain for a long time. Between the electric light and the flint, Yu Yun tilted his head. , and then firmly caught Yan Cheng's fist with his palm.

Yan Cheng didn't expect for a moment that Yu Yun's hands were surprisingly strong, and he shook them twice, but he didn't break free.

Even if he had paddled a lot before, he was a person who had been in the army for three years after all. Yan Cheng quickly reacted and pulled the person to his side. As long as he stretched his foot and tripped Yu Yun again, he would be able to effortlessly Put people down.

Just when he was about to do this, what he never expected was that Yu Yun turned around before him, and before he could react, he actually threw him over the shoulder .

In an instant, the world was spinning, his movements were so sharp, so fast that Yan Cheng had the illusion that the person he was fighting with was Shen Zhao.

"Bang—" There was a loud noise, the fall was strong enough, Yan Cheng was in severe pain, and his brain was buzzing from the shock.

No, why does Yu Yun know martial arts?This question suddenly appeared in Yan Cheng's mind.

However, before he could figure it out, Yan Cheng felt something tightly covering his mouth and nose.He tried his best to open his eyes, but he couldn't focus on them. Under the backlight, he couldn't see Yu Yun's expression clearly. He only felt that at this moment, he was dressed in black, as if the god of death had come.

Deep fear swept over like a flood, completely surrounding Yan Cheng, and he finally felt the danger coming, but unfortunately, it was too late.

"Next, I want to get back what you owe me."

This was the last sentence Yan Cheng heard Yu Yun say before he fell into a coma.