"Fuck, finally got a bite!" Liu Wenjun steadied his rod with his right hand, muttering under his breath.
It took nearly an hour of continuous casting to steal a fish from Zhang Yang's spot, and Old Liu had never felt this frustrated before.
Catching a fish now is better than nothing; let's get the job done first!
Old Liu, guiding the fish deliberately, tilted toward Zhang Yang's side every time the fish in the water exerted force, directing the fish near Zhang Yang's fishing spot.
This tactic is quite sly. A regular angler might not have the skills to manage such precise maneuvering, but who is Liu Wenjun? He's a champion angler.
Under his guidance, this hard-won fish swam back and forth near Zhang Yang's fishing spot several times before Old Liu reeled it back.
"Hey hey hey! Really sorry, Zhang Yang, the fish is a bit big, I didn't dare to exert too much force! Scared your spot there!!" Liu Wenjun took advantage and feigned innocence as he apologized to Zhang Yang.
