On the other side, after Zhang Yang signed his name, he walked out of the competition venue early with his fishing tackle box on his back.
Han Mocheng and Meng Fan had already come out in advance, speaking softly while puffing on cigarettes.
"Boss!"
"Captain!"
The two of them simultaneously greeted Zhang Yang.
"How did this round go? Any chance?" Zhang Yang glanced at the two and casually asked.
Meng Fan scratched his head, looking embarrassed, "Not too well, I think it's going to be tough! In the last round, we'd be lucky to even get ten points!"
Han Mocheng also frowned, "I'm in the same boat! Damn it, the fishing conditions were so terribly difficult. I tried every trick but still didn't catch many fish! It's frustrating!"
While the two were complaining about the difficulty of fishing, Liu Zi walked over from a short distance with a tackle box on his back.
Before he even reached them, Zhang Yang and the others turned to look at him.
