Chapter 918

Nelson lit a cigarette with effortless flair and gestured for Jack to take the first shot. Jack broke the formation cleanly; balls scattered across the table, but none were pocketed. It was Nelson's turn. He quickly racked up a few points, a smooth ten or so, but a minor misstep handed the table back to Jack. After a few exchanges, Nelson began to relax. So, this was it? Jack wasn't anything special after all. Jack had already figured Nelson out. With a slight shift in focus, he decided to stop holding back. Sorry. Maybe Jack used just a bit too much force. In a single, devastating turn, he cleared the table and gained 140 points in one go. A complete wipeout. Nelson stared at the empty table, blinking in disbelief, wondering if he was hallucinating. He'd played snooker for a large part of his life, but he'd never seen anything like this. Not even seasoned pros played with this kind of precision. Watching Jack's graceful movements and the way he left him no openings, Nelson felt