Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Chapter 1283 If You Can’t Handle Losing, Don’t Compete With Me 

Emmeline bent over at her position, gracefully extended her arm, aimed her cue at the black ball, and flicked her wrist.

Bang! The black ball rolled out but didn’t hit any other balls.

Sonia chuckled in disbelief. Haha, Emmeline, you’re toast!

However….

The black ball rolled leisurely along the edge of the table, rebounded back, and with a subtle. force, it struck two striped balls with a bang, knocking them into the pockets.

Tony and the two assistant coaches gasped in astonishment. Oh my goodness, Emmeline can play like that?

Now, only two balls were left on Emmeline’s pool table.

There was a technique in pool like this, but it demanded precise control of strength and follow-through. It was akin to martial artists using their inner power skillfully, achieving extraordinary results with less effort.

Tony suddenly realized that Abel had taught Emmeline the technique, but she was a martial artist herself, and her skills weren’t just for show either, so that was how they were witnessing this incredible turn of events.

Sonia was left dumbfounded. The black ball on the table hadn’t stopped moving, and her eyes followed its course.

After knocking down two striped balls, the black ball spun around and knocked down. another striped ball.

the ball dropped into the pocket, and only the black ball

her cue and chanted playfully, “Come on, good ball, go

her words, rolled faster and faster, and with a final click, it dropped into a corner pocket.

shot, four balls down-a complete

her nose with a fist, her

floor, and her friend

Lose gracefully.

smiled and said to Emmeline, “You’re amazing, Babe! You learned it in one lesson!”

grinned

“Just when I thought I’d seen

Emmeline and asked,

replied, “I said it, didn’t I?

assistant coaches turned to Abel. “Please, teach us too. It can sustain us for

at least three years of inner strength training

strength for this? Is Mrs. Ryker a

to Sonia, towering over her by several inches. “Ms. Steiner,” she said, “we agreed on the terms: the winner slaps the loser three times.”

felt like dying inside.

teasingly. “Which side would you like

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