"Care for a game of snooker?"
Yu Yuanshen's voice was calm, and as it reached the other end of the phone, Feng Chengjin's fingertips lightly rested on the rim of a wine glass, tapping it with implied meaning.
With a soft laugh, "Alright."
...
At night.
Xinghua Guanghai Clubhouse.
In an upscale setting, all decked out in Australian decor, the light gray walls are adorned with artistic illustrations.
The lighting overhead is gentle.
Yet, underneath it all, waves are rising, with undercurrents surging.
In the largest glass VIP room, a huge snooker table is set up properly.
Yu Yuanshen and Feng Chengjin each hold a jet-black oak cue, posing with the grace and elegance akin to the two most handsome models in the world during a fashion shoot.
One in white, the other in black, akin to a pair of dark stars.
If not for their intertwined gazes hinting at an undercurrent of coldness.
