A 15-catty big fish is definitely enough. Even if Yue Feng didn't catch anything before, this fish can securely earn him some mixed-breed points.
"Look at you, why are you still swearing! For old acquaintance's sake, I won't fuss about it this time, but if it happens again, I'll raise my hand and complain to the referee!" Yue Feng pursed his lips, intentionally teasing Mu Lin further, causing Mu Lin to lose his composure.
Since he lost, Mu Lin didn't want to embarrass himself further. He gave Yue Feng a dissatisfied look, turned his head away, and never looked back in this direction!
More than ten minutes later, the whistle sounded, signaling the end of the third match. Yue Feng tidied up his equipment early, took out his phone that was live streaming from his fishing box, and scanned the messages in the public chat.
"Brother Feng, what's up with the fish in this match? Why did you suddenly change the float and fishing method? Did you see the shadow of a big head fish?"
