The Dragon from Hell

When Qin Feng asked this question, not only Bai Jingtian's people were stunned, but even Zhang Hang was dumbfounded.

"Brother, you really can't do it?"

Qin Feng said calmly: "Yes."

Now, all the female companions on Zhang Hang's side laughed.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. He can't even play golf."

"That's right. He doesn't even understand the rules, and he still wants to show off?"

"Alas, everyone should understand that this person is a bodyguard at first glance. Golf is an aristocratic sport that ordinary people can't afford."

Several beautiful girls crossed their legs and looked down on Qin Feng.

Golf itself is not a sport for ordinary people. Those who can come here are either rich or powerful.

Sometimes after a round of golf, a business worth tens of millions may be negotiated.

While cultivating sentiment, it also controls the ups and downs of the business world.

Let alone a golf club, ordinary people can't afford it.

It's not that I can't afford it, but if I buy a good golf club, I might have to eat instant noodles for a few months.

Bai Jingtian was also happy.

I thought this guy was a master, but I didn't expect that he was only busy venting his anger for his master, but didn't consider his own weight.

"Mr. Zhang, you are worthy of being the son of the richest man in Qingcheng. The host is generous. Are you going to give me money?"

Zhang Hang's face was uncertain, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

After all, Qin Feng was invited by him personally, and he couldn't spoil the fun at this time.

So he could only bite the bullet and introduce: "It's too complicated, brother, you are confused, let me explain it to you in simple terms."

"Actually, it's just about hitting the ball into the hole. There are a total of 18 holes, and the standard is 72 strokes, with an average of three to five strokes per hole. The more strokes you use, the more points you get."

"But the side with more points in the end loses."

"So, scoring is the main thing, and the fewer strokes you use, the better."

The middle-aged man's shot just now, the ball almost hit the hole, and the power and accuracy were controlled very accurately.

Then he made up one more shot and it went in. The standard stroke for this hole is 10 strokes, and he completed it in two strokes, and the first ball hit an eagle.

Zhang Hang boasted that he played well, but he was ashamed of himself.

Qin Feng was in trouble just because of the opponent's good start.

"I understand." Qin Feng nodded, without saying much.

Bai Jingtian sat on the recliner very happily, surrounded by beauties, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and didn't take off his sunglasses.

"Asi, don't be too cruel, leave this little brother some room to fight back."

"This is the first time he has seen golf in his life, and he is fresh, don't hit his confidence."

"If he gives up, then our Zhang Shao will lose a lot."

The middle-aged man named Asi was very silent, and there was always a chill in his eyes.

He didn't respond to Bai Jingtian's words, knowing that he was just mocking: "It's your turn."

Qin Feng didn't rush to move, but smiled and said: "I still don't quite understand, otherwise, how about this, you play the 18 balls first, and I will come after you finish, how about it?"

Asi didn't say anything, and looked back at Bai Jingtian.

Bai Jingtian waved his hand indifferently, in his opinion, Qin Feng was just a coward.

"Okay."

Asi didn't say anything more, and continued to hit.

Eighteen balls, it didn't take long to finish, sixty-six strokes, even Zhang Hang frowned.

"Sixty-six strokes, this guy is definitely a master, his level is quite impressive."

He came to Qin Feng and said, "Brother, if it really doesn't work, I'll do it."

"No need."

Qin Feng picked up the club casually, walked to his first ball, and prepared to swing.

But his swing was quite unstandard, and he even swung with one hand, which made a bunch of beauties laugh.

Zhang Hang had already resigned himself to fate, he just prayed that Qin Feng would not lose too badly.

He knew a little about the temper of this big brother, if he didn't do it well, something bad would happen.

—— Bang!

At this time, Qin Feng's first shot went out, using a very unstandard posture.

One shot flew out and ran directly to the nearest hole.

The parabola line was smooth, the ball jumped high, and then fell... directly into the hole.

"It's in!"

Zhang Hang was dumbfounded.

He was extremely nervous, but when he saw the ball fall vertically, go directly into the hole, turn around and land, his eyes almost popped out.

Even the taciturn Ah Si saw his facial muscles stiffen and his mouth twitched slightly.

Bai Jingtian had just taken a sip of red wine, leisurely.

But when he heard the word "in", he put down the glass at once: "In? What went in?"

Isn't it just the first shot? What went in?

When he sat up straight, Ah Si replied speechlessly:"The ball went in, a hole-in-one."

Bai Jingtian was stunned and looked at Qin Feng.

A hole-in-one, a country bumpkin who just learned to play golf?

What is this, a benefit for novices?

Zhang Hang was a little excited, and he patted Qin Feng on the shoulder: "Brother Feng is good, you are lucky!"

"Haha, luck?" Bai Jingtian's cold voice came from behind: "Momentary luck is nothing, 18 balls, I don't believe you have this kind of luck for every one of them."

Everyone felt that Qin Feng, a newbie, was definitely lucky to get a hole-in-one.

The first shot was like this, but it couldn't be like this for every shot, right?

Qin Feng didn't respond, he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He weighed the club in his hand and went to the next position to play the second ball.

—— Bang!

With the sound of the white ball breaking the wind, a high-jumping parabola flew out.

The landing line settled, and although the golf course was so big, everyone still heard a clear sound——Plop!

"No way..."

Zhang Hang's eyes were fixed on the scoreboard not far away, his mind was a little confused.

He is a senior golf enthusiast, but he has played for so many years and has even seen many professional players.

But this is the first time he has seen Qin Feng's situation.

"Two consecutive holes in one!"

His voice was shaking.

A Si's shot was obviously a master, but he often had to use two or even three balls to score.

Qin Feng's two shots directly stunned everyone.

There was only one thought in his mind: Is there really such a thing as a novice gift package?

However, the person involved, Qin Feng, was too lazy to give a glance. He seemed to have found the feel and walked directly to the next ball.

This time, let alone Zhang Hang and A Si, even Bai Jingtian, who didn't take this bet seriously at all, sat up and stared at this ball.

In order to see clearly, he even took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of sinister eyes staring at it.

——Bang!

——Plop!

Qin Feng swung the club, with the familiar non-standard posture, the familiar sound of hitting the ball, the sound of breaking the wind, and... the sound of the ball going into the hole.

The third shot, still a hole-in-one!

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Qin Feng nodded and said to himself: "Not bad, quite interesting."