Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

After Fang Yu finished those two shots, he gradually found his rhythm.

American pool doesn't have many balls, they were quickly finishing up.

By the time it came to the last ball, Fang Yu suddenly remembered that the next break shot was Wind Second Mom's turn. If she scores on the break, she could very well clear the table in one go.

How could Fang Yu possibly give her that chance? So with a slight smile, he looked at the black eight ball and took aim.

Bang!

The cue ball struck the black eight.

The black eight shot straight like an arrow into the pocket.

Wind Second Mom couldn't help but raise her hand to applaud, saying, "Didn't see that coming, young man, you're quite a pool shark."

"Average, just average," replied Fang Yu.

At the same time, the surrounding gangsters, fat guys, skinny guys, who were watching with bored indifference, pretended not to care, but were actually paying close attention.

Fang Yu glanced at the crowd and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, what a dog's den this is!

Those people didn't care about Fang Yu's performance.

"Wind Second Mom, you're not seriously falling for this kid, are you? Deliberately throwing the game?" a fat guy said.

"Get lost, I'll play however I damn please!"

A skinny guy interjected, "Don't worry, Wind Second Mom will definitely win."

The third round began.

Wind Second Mom picked up the cue stick, displaying a contemptuous smile: "Young man, don't blame me for being heartless, it's just how we play here, sorry."

With a swift movement of the cue stick and a bang, she struck the balls.

She didn't even look as the balls were scattered wildly across the table with incredible force.

Click.

A striped ball fell into the pocket.

"Little brother, watch me clear the table in one go," she said elegantly as she lined up her shot on the cue ball.

In a very short time, she took her shot.

Bang!

The ball went in!

The remaining shots were all very clean and swift.

There was almost no aiming.

No matter how impressive Wind Second Mom was, Fang Yu's expression remained calm.

Finally...

Wind Second Mom pocketed all her striped balls, only leaving the black eight.

Even more unfortunate was the location of the black eight ball, right at the pocket.

"Little brother, you see, even the heavens aren't helping you," Wind Second Mom said flirtatiously with a chuckle.

She purposefully closed one eye, bent down slightly, and aimed—

Bang!

The cue ball rushed towards the black eight.

Just as everyone thought the black eight was going to pocket, at that very moment, with a snap, a strange occurrence happened: the black eight deviated to the left!

It didn't go in!

Wind Second Mom's face changed, she furrowed her brows, thinking to herself, "What happened?"

"Did Second Mom miss?"

"No way, she missed that shot?"

"What's going on? Wind Second Mom, you must be really into this kid, missing such a shot? That's way too obvious for a throw."

But only Wind Second Mom knew, she didn't throw the game.

The black eight deviated; she could clearly feel an invisible force that caused it to change its course.

A small change, but enough to cause the shot to miss.

A miss is as good as a mile.

Fang Yu smiled casually, picked up his cue stick and without hesitation stepped forward and pocketed the black eight.

"Sorry, I win."

Wind Second Mom's pretty face turned red, she humphed and walked away in dissatisfaction.

Fang Yu turned around, surveying the surroundings.

A bearded fat man approached and said in a low voice, "Kid! You're lucky! But nobody's lucky forever! My name is Zhu Sanpang! If you want to see our Boss, you have to get past me!"

Fang Yu laughed, "Compete in what?"

"Strength!"

"Oh. I don't think there's a need to compete," Fang Yu said with a laugh.

"Scared, are you? No surprise, with that scrawny body of yours, how could you possibly be a match for me." Zhu Sanpang flexed, showing off his muscles. Already a big guy, his pose made him resemble a massive bear.

Just then—

Fang Yu swiftly dashed in front of Zhu Sanpang.

With a slight smile, a gust of palm wind struck!

"Sanpang, be careful! He's a Martial Artist! Martial Artist!"

Upon hearing he's a Martial Artist, Zhu Sanpang's face changed slightly, and just as he tried to get a clear look, Fang Yu struck with a palm.

Thud!

Fang Yu's palm landed on his abdomen, yet there was no sensation.

Zhu Sanpang sneered, "Damn, trying to scare me! Turns out you're just a rookie!"

"Is that so?"

Fang Yu suddenly exerted strength, and his other hand also reached out!

Both hands lifted simultaneously!

Zhu Sanpang was forcibly hoisted up by Fang Yu!

Everyone was shocked.

It turned out he wasn't trying to fight the fatty, but to lift him up all along!

Zhu Sanpang, like a sack of goods, exclaimed in shock as he was suspended in mid-air.

He was also a Martial Artist, but as he struggled, he found he couldn't break free at all. Fang Yu's large hand tightly clutched him.

"Off you go!"

Fang Yu flung him forward!

Without even looking.

Zhu Sanpang's companions all covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

Bang!

A pile of trash cans and a wooden table were smashed to pieces by Zhu Sanpang.

Fang Yu scanned the surroundings and said indifferently, "Let's move on to the next challenge. Barbarian Club, are you all a bunch of bears?"

A skinny guy next to him looked straight at Fang Yu and said:

"You, you're a Martial Artist?"

"Nonsense, if I weren't a Martial Artist, what would I be doing at your Barbarian Club?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes.

"Good! The third challenge is me..."

The skinny guy stepped forward, "My name is Skinny Si, and I'm good at dice!"

Suddenly, he had a dice cup in his hands.

Rattle rattle, the dice shook!

Clack!

He set it down on the table.

"Betting big or betting small?"

Gambling was not at all unfamiliar to Fang Yu, who mastered every form of gambling eight years ago. This simple and brutal way of betting big or small was the most straightforward.

But the simpler it is, the easier it is to be tricked.

Fang Yu smiled faintly and said, "One two three, small."

"Sorry, buddy, but you've lost."

As Skinny Si was about to open the box, Fang Yu, quick as lightning, slapped his hand down. Knowing he was a Martial Artist, Skinny Si kept retreating.

Fang Yu gently picked up the box—

"One two three, small. I told you... When I was playing with dice, you guys were still playing with your tiny dicks."

All just petty tricks.

Fang Yu didn't want to waste time on this.

The third challenge had been passed.

Then the last one must be for Bird Brother from Barbarian Club to come out and fight.

Fang Yu stood at the center of the venue, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said:

"All trash! How come everyone in the reputed Barbarian Club is garbage!"

Such taunts, no different from slapping faces in public.

One after another, the members of Barbarian Club glared at Fang Yu with red eyes, wishing they could beat him up right there!

At this moment, a gloomy voice came from the second floor—

"Which life-courting bastard is in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Involuntarily, everyone looked up.

A man with a buzzcut, wearing sunglasses and a shirt, walked over to the railing of the second floor.

Taking off his glasses, his gaze fell on Fang Yu—

"Brothers, beat him up fiercely! Let him know that our Barbarian Club isn't so easily provoked!"

"Yes, Bird Brother!"