When Xu Cheng, the bearded guy, suggested a fish-off, Zhang Yang was slightly taken aback, and most of his long-held anger suddenly dissipated.
Speaking of a real-life PK or something, Zhang Yang could fight well, but facing an unknown opponent, Zhang Yang was not sure of a win.
However, when it comes to a fish-off, whether it's a reservoir, a competition pond, or anywhere with fish, Zhang Yang has absolute confidence in winning. Not to mention this guy who he doesn't even know; even against a top-tier professional angler like Huang Zheng, Zhang Yang would not be intimidated at all.
"You want to have a fish-off with me?" Zhang Yang's lips curled into an amused smile as he asked with a fake, uninterested grin.
"Why? Afraid to take it on? If you don't dare, forget about it. I, Xu Cheng, never bully the weak!"
The bearded Xu Cheng thought Zhang Yang was scared. He displayed confidence and pretended to be magnanimous, implying that he could kindly let Zhang Yang off if he conceded.
