Tang Ducheng held his breath, he was very angry, and the billiards were fierce and urgent.

If it weren't for his brother on the other side, he wouldn't be able to easily parry it with someone else.

I probably couldn't find a suitable outlet to vent, so I poured all my attention into the club in my hand.

The spacious, quiet billiard room constantly reverberates with the sound of beating, each stroke is like a drum beat, forcing forced concentration.

Two of you......

"Spring Cold" 109: Don't let me see her. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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