Wen Bao had just said to put down the fishing rod and take the fish out of the net, but Xie Peng, being cheeky and quick-handed, reached into the net to take the fish himself.
Seeing this, Wen Bao couldn't be bothered to say anything and just let him do it!
This silver knife fish is quite something, it was struggling fiercely in the net, and its back and belly have very sharp spines.
Not long after, Xie Peng's hand got pricked painfully, blood was flowing, and he yelled in pain.
"Damn it, why is this fish so damned fierce? Ouch, ouch..."
Xie Peng screamed in pain, releasing the fish, both hands covered in blood, in utter agony.
Wen Bao gave a cold smile, calmly set down the fishing rod, moved the net onto the grass, then grabbed a towel, covered the silver knife fish, and easily unhooked it, tossing it into the fish basket.
