"Hmph, just you wait! I'll definitely catch more fish than you!"
After dropping a harsh comment, Old Li resumed fishing with resolve.
This time, Old Liu kept quiet and focused solely on fishing. However, after about fifteen minutes, he still caught nothing.
Seeing this, Old Liu's face kept changing and eventually, he let out a long sigh and gave up.
Meanwhile, Old Zhao had already caught four fish. Although they were of mediocre quality, he had the advantage in quantity.
Seeing this, Old Liu was utterly disheartened.
That's when he suddenly noticed that the fish had stopped biting on Ye Chen's rod, and he was momentarily stunned.
"Ye Chen, did you catch a fish?" Old Liu asked doubtfully. He remembered that Ye Chen hadn't even baited his hook earlier.
Ye Chen nodded slightly and then set his fishing rod down.
"Ye Chen, what's that..." Old Liu followed his gaze and was immediately dumbfounded.
At Ye Chen's rod, there lay a gigantic catfish, its body pitch-black as ink!
