"How could this happen? Where are the fish?"
"That's strange. Every time after the sea tide, there are always so many fish that we can't catch them all."
"Damn it, someone must have been here before us!"
Cheng Zhanpeng's group immediately started discussing angrily, each person cursing loudly.
Cheng Zhanpeng took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "First fill the crates, then immediately go back and ask about the progress of the other teams."
"Alright."
The group nodded one after another and quickly packed the fish.
...
At the same time, similar scenes were playing out in several other places.
At the foot of Phoenix Temple Mountain, Hong Fu led a group, staring at the sparse shore with only a few scattered fish in the weeds.
He was furious and couldn't believe it.
"How could this happen? Where are the fish? Where are the mutant beasts?"
"Damn it, who did this! Who came early to take the red and white meat from our territory?"
