"Ah...."
Looking at the ruined shark corpse and the paltry reward, Lin Yang sighed softly, his heart filled with gloom.
Gloom aside, he still had to continue fishing.
"What the fuck?"
The captain, who had cast several lines without a bite, noticed the distracted Lin Yang and the rotten shark that had been brought up, and was shocked once again.
"Is that a shark? What the hell bit it like this?"
At noon, they had spotted a shark trying to steal their catch, but by the afternoon, it turned out Lin Yang had caught the very shark that tried to interfere, a sight that truly broadened the captain's horizons.
It was unclear whether the shark seen at noon was the same one as the one in front of them now.
"It should be a shark too, right? Other than sharks, there probably aren't any fish that would assassinate a shark."
Lin Yang said uncertainly, as this kind of fish-stealing incident wasn't something he had experienced often.
