Upon entering the competition venue, Yue Feng's entire demeanor was completely different from outside. Carrying his fishing box to his spot, he deftly arranged his equipment, and was the first to start preparing!
Actually, the organizers had allocated time for anglers to prepare by baiting and rigging, with at least 15 minutes from entry to fishing. However, Yue Feng himself couldn't explain it; he just wanted to get everything ready as soon as possible and was highly focused.
But just as he took out the sub-line box and placed the hand-washing basin behind him, he heard a curse from nearby.
"Fuck!"
Yue Feng turned his head and his eyes immediately narrowed.
The guy at spot number nine on his left was none other than Mu Lin, who had almost come to blows with him the previous night.
