C47 Dont Fall into My Hands (2/2)

This person called Lang Yan had truly surprised him time and time again, and had even given him a feeling of omnipotence.

When the last black ball entered the hole, Lang Yan finally heaved a sigh of relief. He raised up the stage to look at Hee Zhuolun, and smiled slightly: ”I admit it.”

This was the first time he had been serious since he had started playing pool, and also the only time he had ever been nervous, because he didn't want to be played to death by Hee Zhuolun.

Bai Haocheng whistled happily. ”Lang Yan, I didn't think that you could play billiards so well, I was worried for you for nothing just now.”

Everyone looked at Lang Yan with admiration.

Hee Zhuolun was willing to admit defeat: ”Speak, what do you want me to do?”

”How refreshing.” Lang Yan walked over to Hee Zhuolun's side, suppressed his voice to the lowest possible level, and whispered a few words into Hee Zhuolun's ear.

After Hee Zhuolun heard this, his face immediately darkened to the point that it could even be described as terrifying. Moreover, it looked as if they wanted to pinch Lang Yan to death.

Lang Yan smiled and made a inviting gesture: ”Please.”

”Next, don't fall into my hands.” Hee Zhuolun turned and left with a cold face.

Bai Haocheng hurriedly walked over and asked: ”Lang Yan, where exactly do you want Zhuolun to go?”

He saw Hee Zhuolun walk into the bathroom and continued: ”You aren't going to let Zhuolun eat sh * t, right?”

Everyone: ”...”

Lang Yan smiled slightly: ”You guys just need to secretly follow and see, then you'll know.”