The Perfect Man

When Wang Shu saw the man on the ground, a dark line appeared on his forehead, and he secretly glanced at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing was both angry and embarrassed, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

The man throwing a tantrum on the ground was her husband, Wang Dalu. When he saw Wen Jing come out, he rushed over like a mad dog and grabbed both of Wen Jing's legs: "Wife, wife, save me! I owe them money, and they're going to beat me to death."

Wang Shu had a bit of a headache.

I beat this guy up last time, and now he's come knocking on my door. The thing is, he's Wen Jing's husband. I can't beat him too hard, and I can't beat him too lightly.

What should I do?

Jingle Bell!

Wang Shu was pondering something when his phone rang. Seeing it was Lin Xian calling, he quickly answered, "Hey beautiful, what's up?"

"Wang Shu, are you free? Please heal me."

Although Lin Xian's nodules had not completely healed during the last treatment, they showed significant improvement, which gave her confidence.

Wang Shu was worrying about how to leave when he quickly said loudly, "I'm free, I'm free." After saying that, he left Su Chiyan and the others with the words, "I'm going out for a bit," and made his escape.

When he arrived at Yulan Mansion, Lin Xian and the others were already waiting for him. Lin Xian wasn't alone; Yang Lan and Susan were also there.

However, instead of immediately treating Wang Shu's illness, Susan said, "Come on, play with us for a while first."

Wang Shu glanced at the smile on Susan's face: "What are you playing!"

Susan touched Wang Shu's face and said, "Don't worry, I won't play with your thing." Then she pointed to Wang Shu's penis and laughed, "Let's go play some billiards."

In the underground area north of Yulan Mansion, there is a very large, dark room, similar to an underground parking garage, where the wealthy women play all sorts of games.

Swimming pool, billiards, table tennis, etc...

The entrance passage was similar to the garage, but the interior was much more beautifully decorated.

The four of them had just entered when they ran into an old acquaintance, a dashing young man in his thirties: "Hello, ladies." He greeted Yang Lan and the others, then glanced at Wang Shu with curiosity.

Yang Lan and the others quickly returned the greeting: "Hello, handsome Zhuang." Lin Xian whispered in Wang Shu's ear: "This man is called Zhuang Wei. He's a nice guy, generous, and all-around talented. He's very popular with those rich young women."

Before Lin Xian could finish her introduction, a sudden exclamation rang out: "Wang Shu, what are you doing here, you good-for-nothing?"

Holy crap, when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Shu muttered something in annoyed.

A couple walked over from the side. The man was tall and strong, even taller than Wang Shu, probably 1.9 meters.

The woman was of average appearance, but with heavy makeup, she was incredibly alluring, as if she had just escaped from the Little Red House.

The two were Gao Lili's classmates; the boy's name was Qin Wei, and the girl's name was Yang Mei.

While Wang Shu and Gao Lili were dating, Qin Wei was also pursuing Gao Lili. Later, Gao Lili chose Wang Shu, and Qin Wei held a grudge against Wang Shu.

Qin Wei was immediately displeased to see Wang Shu with three wealthy and beautiful women, and promptly made sarcastic remarks.

But—this time he really messed up.

The art of war is no longer the same: "Who are you calling trash?"

Qin Wei, seeing Wang Shu's question, replied with a gloating expression: "Of course I'm talking about you."

Wang Shu, you're just an ordinary person dreaming of wealth and status. You started by pursuing Gao Lili, and now she's dumped you? So you're starting to ruin the beauties here? Tch, gigolo.

You think you can turn a nobody into a phoenix by forcing your way into our circle? Let me tell you, a nobody will always be…

*Smack*... Fuck your mother!

Qin Wei was stretching his neck and foaming at the mouth when Wang Shu slapped him across the face.

Showing off? Wang Shu doesn't care. His motto is: since I can't fit into your circle, then I'll become someone you look up to, and let the facts speak for themselves to see who's really trash.

This slap sent Qin Wei spinning three times on the spot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, losing three of his left chewing teeth.

"You piece of trash, you dare hit me?"

Qin Wei was dumbfounded. In the past, when he bullied Wang Shu, Wang Shu didn't even dare to talk back, let alone fight back. How come this kid is going to turn the tables today?

In front of so many people, Qin Wei couldn't swallow his anger. After regaining his balance, he pounced on Wang Shu and threw a punch at the same time.

Turns out, this guy has some skills: "You bastard, the strong are not to be trifled with. I'll show you what I'm capable of..."

boom!

As soon as he uttered the word "harm," Wang Shu kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

Whoosh!

Everyone was stunned by Wang Shu's kick.

Many of them knew Qin Wei, a typical rich second-generation. Qin Wei wasn't scary; he had an older sister, Qin Yue, who was ruthless, vicious, vindictive, and cold-hearted.

Wang Shu's kick caught Yang Lan and the others off guard, and they couldn't stop him.

"Wang Shu, this isn't over between us. I challenge you to a duel."

Qin Wei got up from the ground and roared hysterically.

Wang Shu narrowed his eyes: "What do you have to fight me with?"

"Snooker, King of Snooker, if you're a man, then duel me in snooker."

Snooker is an advanced sport, a type of billiards. Qin Wei thought Wang Shu was a poor wretch who had never played this game, and spoke of it arrogantly.

Qin Wei continued, "But a simple duel is no fun. I want to make a bet with you, 20 per round."

Upon hearing Qin Wei's words, those around him gasped in disbelief: "Qin Wei, you're known as the King of Snooker, how could he possibly beat you?"

Even if others didn't think highly of Wang Shu, Yang Lan and Lin Xian waved their hands together, meaning, "We're not betting."

Wang Shu grinned, "I can do anything."

Only Zhuang's eyes flashed with a strange light. The moment he saw Wang Shu, Zhuang suddenly thought of someone and smiled slightly: "Brother Wang, if you bet with him and you lose, I'll pay up."

Wang Shu laughed and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhuang. I'll take the bet. But I'm not interested in 20 per game. I can play with 200 million per game."

"Okay! It's a deal."

Having lost the battle, Qin Wei was determined to get his revenge.

The group walked inside.

Inside, there were several billiard tables, with waiters attending to Zhuang Wei. Seeing him approach, the waiters quickly stepped aside: "Mr. Zhuang, would you like to play billiards?"

Zhuang Wei smiled slightly: "It's my brother who wants to play ball, you guys move aside."

The waiter quickly tucked the balls away and left the table.

Zhuang personally directed the kickoff.

This time it was Qin Wei's turn to show off: "Wang Shu, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

After the decision was made, Qin Wei teed off. The kid got even more excited, picked out a good club, and bent down to tee off.

Snapped!

He hit a perfect edge shot; the cue ball barely touched the pile of balls and slid past.

He thought he had done it perfectly, but he ended up bringing out a red ball.

Wang Shu smiled dangerously: "Kid, you've missed your chance."

Pick up the cue and you'll hit a long, long pass.

Snapped!

The white ball strikes the red ball, and the red ball falls accurately into the pocket.

However, the white ball's movement did not stop there; instead, it struck the pile of balls with tremendous spin.

Bang! Crash!

The entire sphere exploded like a shower of flowers.

Shhhhhhh!

One pole, and everyone was dumbfounded.

This shot was both powerful and clever; several red balls at the bottom were positioned by hand, while the black ball rolled right to the pocket.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Qin Wei gripped the cue stick tightly, his palms sweating.

Unfortunately, he was destined to become a background character in this game.

Wang Shu potted the black ball with his next shot... The encirclement of the game unfolded around the black ball... The game ended in just five minutes.

"147?"

"Holy crap! 147?"

Everyone was petrified.

147 is the highest score in snooker, which means a clean sweep.

The most difficult part is that the white ball must revolve around the black ball and cannot use the power of other colored balls, because only the black ball has the highest score, and only in this way can a score of 147 be achieved.