Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 603 - 349: Calling Out Numbers

In the mixed slow fishing, all the old slippery fish elites are present. When the fish situation is favorable, using a wet scatter is quite a luxury. Adding light bran and a large quantity of small medicines, they clearly have no intention of playing the game properly themselves.

The ultra-high atomization and strong flavor scared away any fish in the surrounding area.

Wang Yan noticed this scene early on, but he had no way to respond.

This is the disgusting part of 'Pig Killing,' the competition rules don't limit the fishing method carefully enough. From a rules perspective, their strategy of trying to float big flavors to fish mixed breeds matches the competition rules.

Here, the huge experience gap between Zhang Yang and Wang Yan in the competition is evident.

Zhang Yang realized the anomaly early, prepared in advance, and took preventive measures. From the art of war perspective, it belonged to the stratagem of highest form - defeating without fighting.

And Wang Yan? He didn't notice the problem immediately, and when he did, he didn't know how to respond correctly, becoming completely flustered in the face of the opponent's rule-compliant disruption.

The different reactions naturally led to different outcomes.

On Zhang Yang's side, playing tricks and intimidation, the neighboring angler acted like a well-behaved kid, not daring to cause trouble at all.

With the basic nest playing well in one match, the second match performed even better than the first, fishing faster and faster. In the last half hour, he even started frequent double-tailed connections.

The final fish catch weight was 45.1 kg, catching ninety pounds of fish in an hour, stabilizing the small score in the same group.

On Wang Yan's side, he only caught a few fish in the first few minutes of fishing. As time went on, the fish mouth got worse and worse, leaving no room for personal technique throughout the competition.

In the final weighing, he only had a pitiful 5.7 kg, over eleven pounds of fish catch, not even entering the top ten in the group.

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On the second day, the second match in the morning ended on time. After signing his score sheet with satisfaction, Zhang Yang packed his equipment and walked out of the competition field.

Several other anglers had already come out. When they saw Zhang Yang coming over, the members all appeared serious and hesitant to speak.

Zhang Yang originally wanted to ask how everyone performed and how many fish they caught.

But when he scanned everyone's expressions, everyone had a stern face, obviously indicating a problem.

"What's up? Why does everyone have this expression? Did something go wrong?" Zhang Yang asked.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, somewhat irate, and said: "Boss, our team has been targeted!

Before the last match, the guy next to me had his bait prepared ahead of time.

When he saw me next to him, someone whispered to him a few words, and he quickly adjusted the wet scatter with light bran into floating scatter, head-down scooped for an hour!

The strong flavor and heavy atomization ruined my nest, after this round there's no chance of making it!"

"I'm in a similar situation! Someone whispered a few words to my neighboring angler too. He didn't fish seriously throughout and constantly disrupted!

But probably this person's intelligence isn't accurate, I didn't have a chance of making it anyway!" Xiaobao chimed in.

Hearing the situations reported by Xiaobao and Wang Yan, Zhang Yang's brow instantly furrowed.

If only Zhang Yang encountered such a situation in the last round, it could be explained as an accident or isolated incident.

But now, after a competition round, including Zhang Yang, three people in his team experienced malicious targeting, clearly indicating someone is targeting them.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

Should he appeal to the referees or get information about who is causing trouble to come up with other solutions?

Zhang Yang was uncertain about the best way forward.

Just as Zhang Yang hesitated, contemplating the most suitable course of action, Qiu Wu, whom he met yesterday, with a cigarette in his mouth, sauntered over again.

"Yo! Zhang Yang master, all your guys are here? Our boss sent me to give you a message, I'll leave after I say it, please listen!

This morning's match was just a small warning, our Northwest Wolf company takes responsibility for the whole situation!

There are two more matches this afternoon. If you persist, don't blame us for being ruthless, you can forget about ranking!"

"Fuck your granny! Are you damn tired of living or what!"

Before Qiu Wu could finish speaking, he saw a shadow flash before his eyes and felt his neck being gripped tightly, unable to breathe.

Wang Yan was the one speaking and acting, never failed to move rather than quarrel. Usually, it's good enough if he doesn't cause trouble for others, but now, being schemed against, it was different.

After a competition day full of suppressed anger, and then Qiu Wu daring to challenge them, this led to the action scene.

Even though Qiu Wu spoke as if he was quite sophisticated, his physicality was at least a level weaker than Wang Yan's. Being ambushed and grabbed by the neck, he had no capacity to fight back, instantly seeing stars and going blank.

"Brother Yan, let go!"

Zhang Yang quickly walked up, grabbed Wang Yan's arm, forcibly making him release his grip.

"Damn! I could care less about my competition score this time! I'll beat this bastard first before anything!"

Wang Yan's grip loosened a bit, his eyes fiery as he looked at Zhang Yang, clearly not willing to let it slide.

"Listen to me, let go! I'll handle it!"

Zhang Yang squinted at Wang Yan, speaking calmly but releasing Wang Yan's arm.

Wang Yan knows Zhang Yang's temper, and this expression with this tone indicated he was close to losing it, essentially issuing a final ultimatum.

"Damn! Lucky for you this time!" Wang Yan let go and pushed a hand against Qiu Wu's chest.

Qiu Wu coughed incessantly as he retreated back, failing to steady himself, he fell to the ground.

Almost strangled by Wang Yan, Qiu Wu dared not boast now. With his face flushed, as he looked at Wang Yan, Zhang Yang, and the others, his eyes carried a clear fear.

Why do these guys seem different from others, directly going hands-on without finishing his words, holding Incredibly tight that he couldn't break free, Qiu Wu even felt at one fleeting moment he might be strangled.

Zhang Yang went in front of Qiu Wu, not pulling him up, but crouched before him. Word by word, he said to Qiu Wu: "Go back and tell your boss, this matter stops here, I can accept it without holding a grudge!

Afternoon has two more matches. If he dares to play dirty tricks again, the feud will be eternal, and he'll bear all consequences himself!

He should've heard of Ma Yafei's name, right? I'm the one who made him lose everything!

If I could set up a special game to ruin him, I could do the same to Northwest Wolf! Don't believe it, try me!

Oh, nearly forgot one thing! I might've hesitated to bring Han Mocheng into the team, but now I've made up my mind!

Starting today, Han Mocheng is part of our team.

The things I've said today, you'd better relay every word to your boss Qin Xiao!"