To be fair, Henry, as someone who once won a world championship, has self-esteem and a competitive spirit.
He is definitely not a person who would give up for no reason.
Even in single-player events, his strength is not particularly strong.
But he has no fear when facing the world's top players such as Tiger.
Fighting and losing, fighting and losing, this is the kind of person he is.
But now, he actually offered to ask Asang to admit defeat, which shows how badly he has been beaten.
Can't blame him.
Because even Tiger, a dominant player on the golf course, has never scored a hole-in-one in two shots!
In fact, scoring a hole-in-one happens more often when people are playing by themselves, but it is relatively rare in real competitions.
In the competition, everyone will be more cautious, not seeking merit but seeking no faults. Who would desperately pursue something as illusory as a hole-in-one?
It was because he saw less that Henry felt scared and asked to admit defeat directly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ah Sang was completely angry.
"That kid just got lucky. Do you want me to give in to a pile of shit?"
He roared angrily, suppressing the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart and venting it all on his companions.
Henry didn't dare to speak.
No matter who he is, no matter how dignified he is, when he has to rely on others to even eat, you can't expect him to be tough.
Henry is like this now, he certainly doesn't dare to offend his sponsor.
But no matter what, his mentality was still affected to a certain extent.
Next it was his turn to hit the ball, but he didn't perform well, he didn't exert enough power, the ball didn't hit that far, and the direction was a little crooked.
Asang was speechless.
When he scolded Henry before, it could also be said that he was dissatisfied with the other party and wanted to surrender.
But now, can he scold the opponent just because he didn't hit the ball well?
If possible, the one who deserves to be scolded the most is himself. His last shot was worse than shit.
Even after a while, he could scold Henry for playing such a ball, but not now.
In the end, it took Henry and Henry's team five strokes to get the ball into the hole, which was indeed a very poor result.
What's even worse is that not only did they fail to recover their results as planned, but they continued to fall behind even further.
Ah Sang was not willing to fail. He asked the staff to find a way even more frantically. He must punish his opponent by four or more strokes in the next shot.
The next shot is a par-4 hole. It is obviously much more difficult to score a hole-in-one than a par-3 hole.
For Assan, this is his best opportunity to overtake, and he must seize it.
However, Lu Fan didn't give him a chance at all.
After Zhou Lijun took the lead and hit a clean and beautiful empty shot without touching the grass, Lu Fan once again scored a hole-in-one.
That's right, on the par-4 hole, the ball was put into the hole in one shot from the tee.
Lu Fan did what everyone thought he could never do.
When people saw the goal scored, they all poured into the stadium desperately and surrounded him.
"Great God!"
"God!"
"Long live!"
The people were shouting incoherently, and they didn't even know what they were shouting.
On the other side, Asang's expression was completely the same as that of his dead mother.
Originally, they played quite well on this shot. Henry hit the ball to the side of the green on the first shot. Then they only needed to make some adjustments to put the ball into the hole and get their first birdie. .
Although the birdie is not comparable to Lu Fan's hole-in-one, it is still a very good result on the golf course and definitely deserves a round of applause.
But now, the applause belongs to others and has nothing to do with them.
Lu Fan's shot, even including the shot that Zhou Lijun missed before, was only two shots.
Two under par, that's an eagle.
Judging from the name alone, eagles can also crush birds.
Henry looked up at Asan, with an indifferent look on his face.
He didn't speak, but it was already clear that he was going to die.
He wanted to ask, should he still fight?
If you still fight, how should you fight?
How else can you fight against someone who always only needs one goal to score?
Even though this field belongs to Asang, even though all the staff on this ground are hired by Asang, even though they all obey Asang's orders and want to destroy Lu Fan's ball.
But even if someone can hit the ball with one shot, how can you do anything wrong?
Could it be that in front of so many people on the green, he treated everyone else as a blind man, then took out the ball from the hole and threw it aside, and then gave him a foul?
Asang himself didn't know what to do.
He couldn't beat the ball, and he had no chance to do something dirty if he wanted to. He had never encountered such a difficult opponent.
The key is, Asang knows that his heart has been frightened.
His hand holding the club is trembling now, and when he plays ball, he will definitely not be able to perform at a normal level. It would be good if he can play at half of his usual level.
And he estimated that Henry's situation was probably similar. He was afraid and must not have used his full strength.
It can be seen from Henry's shot on the previous hole that he missed the mark!
The opponent is so strong, but he cannot exert his full strength, how can he compete?
A crime other than war!
Asang tried hard to make up excuses for himself.
Then, he was ready to retreat: "Let's go."
He planned to leave directly and pretend that this competition had never happened.
Anyway, Lu Fan was surrounded by a group of people now, receiving praise and flattery from that group of people, so they probably didn't have time to pay attention to him.
Asang glanced at Lu Fan in the crowd with some jealousy.
This kind of praise and adulation is what he has always longed for, but he has never received it.
I didn't expect that someone else would get it today.
The most hateful thing is that the way others get this is by stepping on him.
Asang walked towards the lounge. He planned to change clothes and then leave directly.
His soul suffered a great setback today, and he needed to find a quiet place to take good care of himself before he could recover.
How long will it last?
Asang himself didn't know.
But he knew that as long as Lu Fan was still in Tufan City, there would probably be no way to heal the wounds in his soul.
Asang had just taken two steps when he saw a figure standing in front of him. When he looked up, he was surprised to find that Lu Fan, who had been surrounded by the crowd, had unexpectedly arrived in front of him. "Are you planning to leave like this? Did you forget something?" Lu Fan asked with a smile.
