Billiards Emperor: Do You Dare to Play If I Give You One Gold?

The "Old Fort Ball Hall" deep in the urban village is like a forgotten corner of the city. The dim incandescent lamps, covered with a thick layer of oil stains, barely illuminated four mottled billiard tables. The tablecloth was frayed and there were dried drink stains on the corners. The air was filled with the smell of cheap tobacco, sweat and low-quality beer, making people's throats tighten. The fan in the corner creaked, but it couldn't dissipate the heat and anxiety in the room.