The Top Fishing

Chapter 447 - 212: Set Sail and Slip Away

Chapter 447: Chapter 212: Set Sail and Slip AwayThe anglers made the kind of over-assumptive experiential error.

All four people’s first cast with their lures ended in total annihilation.

Yet right beside Lin Yang’s lure, there wasn’t the slightest issue; he teasingly twitched the tip of the rod upward, found no sign of a fish attack, and collected it back slowly and methodically.

"Damn, that even works? ’Jiang Taigong fishes for those who wish to be hooked.’ The host’s trick is awesome, one cast and he snagged four big dummies."

"’One cast snagged four dummies’—that description’s too apt, hahaha."

"Trying to play dirty with the host? Watch the host play you to death. I bet those few dumbasses still have no clue."

Lin Yang glanced at the barrage of messages and smiled at the live streaming audience: "We never take the initiative to bully others, but we can’t let others bully us at will. If they want to follow, then let’s give them a little lesson."

"Exactly, Master Lin is absolutely right. It’s just a broken rod and a few lost lures, these foreign dudes are loaded, that’s chump change to them."

"I’m a bit curious if the host has any other tricks. I bet they’ll catch on soon."

Lin Yang, however, was completely calm: "It’s not so easy for them to find out. Don’t they say, ’In war, there’s no such thing as too much deception?’ When the fake becomes real, the real also becomes fake."

Having said this, he held the newly retrieved lure in his hand, turned around, and pulled out a small treble hook from his pocket, attaching it to the lure.

After several continuous casts before, he had gauged the underwater situation and the locations of the obstacles. Now, with the treble hook on, as long as his casting was precise, he could continue to

He silently hoped for a bite... bite...

It didn’t matter what kind of fish it was; as long as he got a nibble, those guys across the water would definitely crumble.

Luck was once again on Lin Yang’s side. During several small accelerations and pauses of the lure, he suddenly felt the rod tip dip ever so slightly—a fish had attacked the lure underwater.

He delayed the hook set by half a second and struck successfully.

"Tsk tsk, even Lady Luck is on my side." Lin Yang lifted the rod and smoothly played the fish.

Now the burly white man Smith on the other side was completely dumbfounded.

As an old hand, he hadn’t ruled out the possibility of Lin Yang deceiving others by pretending not to snag, but now Lin Yang had a fish on. This shattered that speculation—the man not only had fish hooks on his lure, he’d also hooked a fish.

The power of the fish underwater wasn’t too strong; it felt about the same as the first few fishes. Lin Yang controlled it through several rounds and pulled the fish out of the water.

Big Mouth Bass, another target fish. By the looks of it, the size should qualify as valid.

"Haha, caught another Big Mouth Bass." Wang Feng, who had been standing behind Lin Yang without casting, also pretended to be excited, scooped up the fish, removed the hook, and held it up for the live stream camera.

Smith across the way was completely at a loss.

At a single fishing spot, where everyone one of his group snagged the bottom with their casts, and the branches were quite high, yet the other side had no trouble at all. This paradox gnawed at his nerves.

Could it be that the water depth was different?

Perhaps that was the only possible explanation.

Under this impression, Smith clenched his teeth and cast toward the area where Lin Yang’s lure had landed.

Lin Yang had silently counted about six seconds before lifting his rod during his cast, while Smith began reeling in at five seconds, thinking that should keep him from snagging the bottom.

But as soon as he reached the preset depth and started to reel in... he got stuck again.

"Fuck!" Smith couldn’t help but curse out loud, completely frustrated.

Lin Yang heard the profanity from the other side, but there wasn’t a hint of anger on his face. He casually measured the Big Mouth Bass—it was over the standard length by about half a centimeter—and nonchalantly tossed it into the live well. The number of fish caught incremented by one, reaching six.