On the other side of the fishing boat, the catches came one after another, and the constant shouting and cheering grated on Feng Shan's ears.
'They're forcing me to use my secret weapon.'
Feng Shan reeled in his line. He picked a large shrimp from the bait bucket, squeezed it in his hand for a moment, then hooked it and cast it into the sea.
This time, he didn't rest the rod on the gunwale. Instead, Feng Shan held it with an expression of absolute confidence.
Alvin was about to offer some advice. Halibut rods were heavy, and holding one for a long time would be exhausting.
"Feng..."
The word had barely left his mouth when the reel on Feng Shan's rod let out a loud WHIR.
It was the sound of the line spooling out in an instant.
There was only one explanation for that: he'd hooked a big one.
TWANG!
In the next moment, the line completely spooled out of the reel. The entire rod bent into a deep arc, threatening to be dragged into the sea.
