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The billiard room was filled with the smell of nicotine.

With an impeccable posture, he placed the last black ball into his pocket.

He got up and clapped his hands with a smile to celebrate his sixth complete victory.

"Brother Bin, let's rest for a while. I'm tired." His companion threw him a cigarette and he lit it up. He took a drag and said, "I'm still far from being skilled enough