At 6:10 in the morning, Zhang Yang's team drove their cars with navigation to the competition venue.
They originally thought that arriving at this time, there would hardly be anyone here. But as the car entered the gate, Zhang Yang and his team were awestruck by the situation at the fishing ground.
Wow, a parking lot that could hold at least dozens of cars was already almost full, with all sorts of small cars filling the spaces, and on the side of the parking lot closest to the fishing spots, there were already over twenty anglers fully equipped practicing their techniques.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang was a bit surprised.
"This competition won't be easy, the anglers here are so enthusiastic!"
"Local folks, just coming a bit earlier! No fear, dare to show teeth and we'll handle them anyway!"
Wang Yan curled his lips and casually took out a pack of White General cigarettes from his pocket, sharing them around before lighting one for himself.
