Chapter 75: 74 - Billiards

Chapter 75: 74 - Billiards

Derrick withdrew and rubbed his eyes with discomfort.

The lights in the bar were so sharp that his eyes almost hurt.

Seeing the black guy next to him wearing sunglasses, Derrick patted him on the shoulder in a joking manner and asked, "Hey buddy, will you sell me your sunglasses?"

"The fuck, who is this bitch"

As an African-American who suffered discrimination since childhood, he was mistaken and thought that Derrick was trying to make a joke about him. He wanted to teach Derrick a lesson, but when he saw him, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Father, it's you? Why are you here?"

"Huh?"

Derrick looked puzzled, and saw the man take off his sunglasses, "Father, have you forgotten already? We just met in church today."

Seeing the man's face, Derrick remembered.

'Oh yes, he came to the church, the believer I believe?'

Derrick instantly changed his personality and put on an elegant, respectful expression. He asked with a gentle smile, "I of course haven't forgotten you, my child. Every child who believes in the great Lord will stay in my heart forever."

The lights of the bar shone on Derrick, and the man felt as if it was a holy light Although the 'holy light' had many vibrant colours, the man was still deeply touched and no longer thought about why Derrick was there.

He clasped his hands together and clenched his fists as if praying, and said reverently, "Father, you are a great man!"

Derrick: '...'

This scene would be perfectly normal in a church, but why was he doing this in a place like a bar?

"Since I know you, let me get to the point, I urgently need your sunglasses."

"No problem, if you like this pair of sunglasses, I'll give you this pair of sunglasses, priest, if you want something to drink, just order it, it'll be my treat."

"What an embarrassment." Derrick immediately put on his sunglasses, and said to the bartender, "Bring me a glass of your best scotch, and let this kind believer bear its credit."

"Father, you really drink?"

"I ain't ordering scotch to sniff it so, yes."

Bartender: 'The damned priests these days, if the church is full of things like him, it'll all be over sooner or later!'

"There she is!"

Derrick spotted Lorna in the club's entertainment area.

Seeing that she was playing billiards with a blonde man, Derrick narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed that the blondeie's soul was also rotten.

After saying goodbye to the devout believer, Derrick picked up the scotch and walked over to Lorna.

Derrick said as he put his hand forward.

Lorna and the blonde man looked at the scotch in Derrick's hand.

'This holy water is indeed quite strong!'

Under the speechless gaze of the two, Derrick took a sip of the scotch version of holy water.

"By the way, what are you guys playing? How about I join in too?"

"Billiards, 500 USD a pocket. You interested?"

Derrick shook his head and said arrogantly, "500 USD is too little. 2,000 USD per pocket."

'Bloody hell! Are all priests so rich?' Lorna thought.

"No problem." The blonde man nodded decisively in agreement and turned to look at Lorna.

"Your 500 USD will be given to you later."

Lorna glanced at the clock on the wall, and replied indifferently, "Alright, just hurry up."

Before the game started, the blonde man seemed to think of something and said, "Father, you don't know how to play billiards, do you?"

"Our church indeed doesn't teach this."

"That puts me at ease."

The blonde-haired man took the shot first, separating all the balls with his shot, "It's your turn, Father.

Derrick put down the scotch in his hand, picked up Lorna's cue stick, walked to the table, and bent down slowly.

'Bullet time'

Tap! Tap!

Derrick directly made a miracle happen, the ball sent out from his stick hit all the other balls precisely.

By the time the white ball stopped, only half of the billiard balls remained on the table.

The blondie: "..."

Lorna:"..."

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E/N: N we're back.

Have a good day/night.