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Since Lucio Rouco and Tauro often come to this exclusive club to play pool, they have taken the table that occupies seat C in the billiard room.

Lucio Rouco has joked before that the table was an aura to him.

It’s a very bad thing too.

When you change tables, the tide seems to turn and Taurus always wins.

As long as he plays at the C table, Lucio Rouco’s chances of winning are 80 to 90%.

Previously, Taurus had asked for a table change to play for this.

But it’s fun to have yours change tables to play, it’s another thing if they hijack your own pocketed pool table on the spot.

Occupying his table was Lucio Rouco’s nemesis at the school, Blas Carnero, and his henchmen along the way.

Blas Carnero picks up his pool cue and his little brother, standing behind him, is busy handing out chocolate powder and rubbing the leather head of the cue for him.

Lucio Rouco cast a disdainful glance at Blas Carnero and smiled in a bandolier way, “If you want to play pool, this table is yours Mr. Lucio. ”

Blas Carnero picked up his pool cue, which had been rubbed with choco powder, and took aim at the cue ball mother on the table, hitting it with a single blow and scattering those target balls.

Blas Carnero straightened up from the pool table and said, “Let’s see if your name is written on this table Lucio Rouco, I’ve been looking for your name and I can’t find it, so Mr. First come, first served, even if Mr. Lucio is a bully, he has to know the rules, right?”

Blas Carnero sat on one leg on the pool table, clearly to pick a fight.

Lucio Rouco said, “Tauro, go find the club manager and ask him to tell him who has been hired for this table.”

Before long, Tauro called the club manager.

Lucio Rouco is the prince of La familia Rouco, whom the manager does not dare to offend, and as for this Blas Carnero, who is also the son of an official family, it is not easy to offend him either.

Both sides are powerful and can only be reasoned with.

The manager put his eyes on the bridge of his nose and smiled kindly, “Prince Blas, it’s like this, Mr. Lucio has been a regular customer of our club, this table he had previously reserved with his friends throughout the year, so this table is not usually for other customers, it’s a kind of pool table exclusive to Mr. Lucio.”

Blas Carnero sat down at the pool table, raised his pool cue and punched the manager in the chest with great force, rude and domineering, “You mean that today I have to give this table to Lucio Rouco, don’t you?”.

The manager was jabbed backwards by Blas Carnero’s pool cue, but with a grin piled on his face, he said, “In theory, yes.”

Blas Carnero raised his pool cue to prod the manager again when Lucio Rouco, with a cold, handsome face, suddenly grabbed Blas Carnero’s pool cue.

“Embarrassing, isn’t it?”

Blas Carnero jumped down from the pool table and reached out to point to Lucio Rouco’s chest, “Lucio Rouco, who’s a scoundrel, who are you talking about?”

“I said you.”

Lucio Rouco slaps Blas Carnero’s shoulders in an over-the-shoulder punch.

“Bang!”

“Ah!”

Two voices, landing at the same time.

Taurus stepped aside, unscrewed a bottle of soda and took a leisurely sip, unsurprised at the tragic state of affairs.

Lucio Rouco pulled his schoolboy tie from the collar of his white shirt and dropped it to the floor, collar slightly open.

He glanced at Blas Carnero’s henchmen, “Anyone else want to come? Alone or together?”

Seeing this, the young men showed fear and retreated directly.

Blas Carnero, his body aching as if crumbling, saw his boys running away and burst out, “Shit! You bunch of faggots!”

Lucio Rouco looked at Blas Carnero on the ground and sneered, “You have the nerve to face you Mr. Lucio with such a weak fighter, you’re tired of living.”

Blas Carnero got up from the floor and ran to the door of the billiard room with a painful thump, then stood in the doorway pointing at Lucio Rouco and arrogantly saying, “Wait for your grandfather Blas! Then I’ll kill you, grandfather.”

Lucio Rouco sat on the pool table, with one long leg on the floor, with a lazy posture, playing with a pool cue in his hand, gesturing to the thug at the door, “You Mr. Lucio are waiting for him.”

Taurus finishes the bottle of soda, his long, bony hands squeezing the aluminum bottle and tossing it in the trash.

Taurus approached with his hands in his pockets and a mocking look, “Come on, Mr. Lucio. ”

Lucio Rouco asked, “Two out of three, or three out of five?”

Taurus raised an eyebrow, “How about six out of ten?”

Lucio Rouco hooked his lips, lifted his pool cue and nudged Taurus’ shoulder with a lopsided grin, “You want to stay up until the wee hours of the morning, you little hick?”

Taurus raised his hand, swinging the pool cue over his shoulder with graceful, clear movements, and said, “Little Chibi won’t rest until he wins today.”

Lucio Rouco got off the pool table and cursed with a laugh, “Bitch! Mr. Lucio let you have a game today.”

On this side, Lucio Rouco and Tauro opened the entrances.

Severo Laris, not far away, at a separate table, called the waiter and quietly ordered, “Bring them something to drink, on me.”

“Yes, Professor Laris.”

Soon after, the waiter came over with two mojitos.

Lucio Rouco and Taurus look at each other.

The waiter said, “Mr. Lucio, Mr. Tauro, these two cocktails are from Professor Laris at table 12, take your time and enjoy them.”

Professor Laris?

Lucio Rouco looks over to table 12 and frowns slightly.

This man, he thought, looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

Taurus put down the taco, reached over, picked up the mojito, took a sip and asked, “You know?”

Lucio Rouco shook his head, “I don’t know him, I guess he’s trying to get to me and take care of my father’s business.”

Taurus looked at the mojito he had taken a sip in his hand, “I drank it, did I eat someone’s mouth?”.

Lucio Rouco took another mojito and took a generous sip, arrogant and bandit: “Do I look like a man who eats people’s words? The wine, he asked for it, I didn’t promise to do anything for him.”

Taurus looked at the guest at table 12, frowned and said, “You look familiar to me too.”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“Don’t bother, let’s get on with it.”

Lucio Rouco rubbed the leather head of his cue with the coquina powder, before leaning over and hitting the red cue ball into the pocket in a single stroke against the mother ball.

At table twelve, Severo Laris, leaning on the table with one hand and controlling the cue with the other, took precise aim at the target ball and pocketed a shot.

Salvino glanced at the two teenagers at table nine and said, “Boss, my brother-in-law doesn’t seem to be paying attention to us.”

Without looking away, Severo Laris looked at the object ball, hit it and dialed it back, “That’s because he doesn’t know I’m his future brother-in-law.”

Salvino touched his nose and thought: if his brother-in-law knew you were his future brother-in-law, he’d probably be throwing a punch right now.

Salvino has seen it all, the Rouco family, not to be messed with.

Who dares to throw a fist at Severo Laris outside, The Rouco family dares to do it, and does it with ferocity.

The boss did not fight back and had to be beaten.

After pocketing all the target balls on the table, Severo Laris dropped his club, straightened up and headed to table nine.

Taurus stopped moving, straightened up and lifted his chin towards Lucio Rouco.

Lucio Rouco turned his head and saw Severo Laris walking toward him.

Severo Laris stood in front of Lucio Rouco, holding a business card between his long fingers, and handed it to him, saying spontaneously and calmly “Get to know me, I am Severo Laris, your future brother-in-law.”