The White golf ball rolled forward and accurately fell into the hole without a flag pole.
A dark cloud suddenly appeared on the horizon. The sea breeze blew up some fallen leaves and dust. It seemed that a heavy rain was coming.
"Isn't the weather changing a little too fast?" Zhao Yu asked casually,"what did the weather forecast say?"
"Hehe ..."
Gerlin smiled and bent down, reaching into the hole to get the ball.
Ding Lan kept his gun aimed at the old man as he was digging, afraid that it wasn't a ball that he was taking out.
"That's it, that's it ..." Grimm took out a golf ball and said,"the weather on the island changes so quickly! You'll be fine once you get used to it!"
Then, he put the ball on the ground and said to Zhao Yu,"There are still four holes left, let's continue! It's your turn! We don't have many balls left, can you please stop playing randomly?"
"Alright!" Zhao Yu smiled faintly, aimed the cue into the distance, and hit it lightly.