While Yue Feng was taking a break and drinking water offstage, on the other side, Deng Gang's disciples were carefully attending to their master.
Descending the platform, Deng Gang remained silent, deeply regretting his decision. Had he known that Yue Feng's skill with hook and line tying was so formidable, Deng Gang would never have played this tactic; it was a classic case of suffering a double loss.
However, the rules were already announced, and it was too late to regret, leaving him to swallow the bitter fruit of his own making.
"Master, are you alright?" Leng Xiaojun, in his thirties, had never seen Deng Gang publicly in such a state and was mildly concerned.
A few seconds later, Deng Gang pulled out a set of car keys and said, "Go to my car and bring my old fishing box, you go yourself!"
"Oh, sure!"
