Legendary FBI Detective

Hearing Luo An's question, Norton indicated that the agent beside him was named Brenton, a billiards player during his college days, and now he was the new agent in their investigation unit.

Because of his notable abilities, he was highly valued by Group Leader Dillon, so he was also brought to attend this party today.

"Hello, Brenton."

Luo An stretched out his hand and shook hands with Brenton, then directly asked with a smile:

"Did I dress incorrectly? Why have you been staring at me?"

"Sorry."

Brenton looked down and apologized, casually grabbed a drink, indicating he was just a bit curious about Luo An.

Brenton did not specify what he was curious about, but then he shifted his gaze away and left the area.

A glint of light flashed in Luo An's eyes as he continued to chat with Norton.

The party officially started, guests were roaming around, Augustus' house was not considered luxurious, but the two-story building had all sorts of facilities, even a gym.

However, looking at Augustus' big belly, it seemed that Lula, his daughter, was probably the primary user of the gym most of the time.

Although Lula's face looked somewhat reckless, her physique was even more so, clearly showing the signs of frequent exercise.

There were quite a few guests today, and the living room felt a bit crowded, with many heading to the gym.

At Reesi's invitation, Luo An and Norton also went there to do some workouts and try out the equipment.

Unexpectedly, Brenton also came. He walked straight to the billiards table in the corner of the gym, ran his hand across the surface, then smiled at Luo An:

"This table is well maintained, want to give it a try?"

"American pool?"

"Yes!"

Brenton, who was already handsome, picked up a cue stick and struck a cool pose, immediately catching the attention of many female guests.

Luo An's expression remained unchanged, but recalling Brenton's words of apology, he understood deep down what was going on.

Clearly, Brenton intended to use him as a stepping stone to show off and act cool.

As for the reason why... Luo An glanced at Norton beside him, staring intently at Brenton.

If he wasn't wrong, either Norton or Dillon must have frequently mentioned him in front of Brenton.

Luo An guessed right.

Brenton indeed felt a bit jealous of Luo An.

Ever since he joined the Organized Crime Investigation Unit, every mistake he made during work was criticized by either Norton or Dillon.

If it was just simple criticism, Brenton wouldn't have had any other thoughts; he knew to admit his mistakes.

But after being criticized, Norton or Dillon would bring up the name "Luo An" with a sigh of regret.

No one likes to be compared with others by their parents or superiors, so naturally, Brenton developed both jealousy and curiosity towards "Luo An".

However, after finding out from Agent Norton about the number and quickness of cases Luo An had solved, Brenton fell silent.

He indeed wasn't as good as Luo An, and could not compare.

Being valued by Dillon and joining the Organized Crime Investigation Unit, Brenton naturally had the required psychological and emotional control abilities.

So in subsequent work, Brenton chose to let go of his jealousy, accumulating his own experience bit by bit. Making fewer mistakes and improving himself was the right path.

But during today's party, the jealousy deep inside Brenton's heart still sprang forth:

You're already good at solving cases, why are you also so popular with women?

At the entire party, aside from Siren, the second most popular was Luo An, with many women gravitating towards him.

Comparing case-solving abilities, Brenton figured that ten of him wouldn't match up to Luo An.

But playing American pool was different; ten Luo Ans couldn't possibly compete with him.

Now, Brenton wanted to show off his superior pool skills and crush Luo An to satisfy his vanity.

With quite a few female guests around as an audience, his vanity felt even stronger.

Looking at the pool balls on the table, Luo An remained silent for a few seconds, then patted Agent Norton's shoulder beside him, and agreed with a smile:

"Sure, but you'll need to explain the rules to me."

Luo An didn't know much about American pool, but he was very familiar with Chinese pool and had skilled techniques.

After all, some tycoons like playing ball games, like betting ten million per shot, leading to female celebrities ending up in the hospital and such...

In his past life, the old assassin had taught Luo An in detail about these kinds of ball sports.

Once proficient in playing techniques, Luo An more often learned how to kill using the cue stick and the balls themselves.

Seeing Luo An nod in agreement, Norton, who also realized what was happening, walked over to Brenton, patted him hard on the shoulder, and said with a cold snort:

"Luo An is not familiar with American pool; go easy on him!"

"Of course."

Brenton smiled, seeing more guests noticing the scene here, not only did he earnestly explain the rules to Luo An, but he also professionally arranged the balls and finally, with graceful composure, pointed to the pool balls and said:

"You go first, I can guide you if you make a mistake."

"OK."

Luo An grinned and picked up a cue stick, fiddled with it for a while, and then struck the diamond-shaped rack of pool balls with his strongest force.

Clack clack—

After a series of rolls on the pool table, one of the balls miraculously found its way into a pocket.

"Nice!"

"Luo An, impressive!"

Norton, Reed, including Reesi, Mona, Lula, and Siren who had just entered, all burst into applause for Luo An's direct shot.

Off to the side, Brenton also smiled and clapped, attributing it to the beginner's luck.

Standing up, Luo An asked with a smile:

"Can I go for the other numbered balls now?"

"Sure!"

Brenton nodded nonchalantly.

Luo An glanced at the table, bent down again, and aimed for a blue ball.

Seeing this, the onlookers frowned because next to the blue ball was a red one, blocking half the path. It was going to be tough for the blue ball to go in.

"This ball is blocked."

"Yeah, it looks like it'll be Brenton's turn soon."

Luo An waved his hand dismissively, lined up the cue ball, and jabbed forcefully.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

The sound of three consecutive impacts rang out: the cue ball hit the blue ball, which struck another red ball, the red ball bounced off the side of the table, hit the blue ball again, and then knocked it into the pocket.

"..."

The audience was dumbfounded.

It was Augustus who recovered first, laughing loudly with his belly out:

"Luo An! You're so lucky!"

The others joined in the laughter too.

Only Brenton's smile was a bit stiff.

He felt something was amiss.

Without a word, Luo An continued.

Next target: the yellow ball.

Thwack!

It went in successfully.

Then came the red ball.

Thwack!

In it went again.

Luo An followed the order, striking the pool balls with surprising force, and directly pocketing several in a row until only the 9 ball was left.

Rustle rustle~~~

Seeing this, everyone applauded once more and burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, Luo An's luck is off the charts!"

"Amazing, Luo An!"

"Incredible!"

"Even that shot went straight in!"

The ladies nearby simply started shouting:

"Luo An, go for it! Sink the last ball and beat Brenton!"

They also learned Brenton used to be a professional pool player.

Standing to the side, Brenton, holding his cue stick, stood stiffly in place, questioning his life choices.

But before he could wrap his head around it, Luo An successfully pocketed the 9 ball.

Thwack!

At the sound of it, Brenton, who had been a spectator throughout, felt a bit dazed.

Everyone around gave their applause to Luo An, with acquaintances like Reed and Reesi crowding around to sing his praises:

"Luo An, you actually pulled off a clearance!"

"This is the first time I've found out you play pool so well!"

"Why don't you quit the FBI and go pro!"

Amongst everyone's admiration, Luo An kept a low profile, waving his hands to suggest it was all luck, then turned back to look at Brenton with a sunny smile on his face:

"So, Brenton, shall we continue?"

Brenton: "..."