While Zhang Yang's team was basking in the satisfaction of their results, eagerly awaiting the final leaderboard rankings, other things were happening in other corners of Jinghai Garden.
In the southwest corner, a small team of four had come to compete. Three members had already packed up and gathered, leaving just one angler who was farthest from the parking lot, lagging a bit behind while carrying his fishing gear back.
"Brother Fei, how was it? Mingming, Xiaomao, and I all got wiped out!"
The guy greeting them was a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, named Xu Wenjie, with bushy eyebrows and energetic eyes. Despite the hot weather, he wore no sun-protective clothing, hat, or face cover, just a plain T-shirt. His arms, neck, and other areas showed clear tan lines.
Brother Fei was in a different mood from the other three, grinning widely, "438 pounds! Great spot, great performance! My score should hold up!"
"Wow! Really?"
