Chapter Two: Perfect Trajectory

Han Tie, a retired caddie who ran the event, inspected Lu around a toothpick. “Qiyun's little cheat? Reputation doesn't matter here. Cash does. Entry is twenty thousand.” Lu had less than five hundred. Su put her camera on the desk. “Collateral. It's worth thirty thousand. In exchange, we stream everything and upload the raw feed to three servers.” Han narrowed his eyes, then nodded. “Lose and the camera is mine.” The first hole was Iron Gate. Three steel panels moved unpredictably twenty meters away, the cup hidden behind the last. Professional bruiser Zhao Kui went first. His ball cleared two gates and was knocked away by the third. The board priced Lu at twelve to one.