The Top Fishing

"The old man beside the host is a bit irritable, huh? That rod lifting is so powerful; it got my blood pumping."

"Didn’t you hear? The 2.0 heavy-duty line even cut the hook, with that much force earlier, he wanted to send the fish flying out of the water."

"The host is now sitting there, shivering."

Lin Yang didn’t speak, he continued to cast his rod to lure the fish. He had already seen a carp showing up at the feeding spot just now, and it wouldn’t be long before they started biting.

At that moment.

Yu Yitong next to him lifted his rod again, still with a harsh screeching sound, but this time luck was on his side, the hook didn’t cut, and the rod bent upwards.

The old man didn’t care about technique at all. Both of his hands lifted the rod for a fierce upward jerk.

Since the farmed fish were inherently weaker than wild fish, they were quickly yanked out of the water by sheer brute force, unprepared.

Because Lin Yang’s phone was aimed at the water surface, and the old man was closer to it.

So, the viewers in the live stream could clearly see that the fish caught by the old man was snagged, the hook was on its lower jaw.

Yu Yitong didn’t feel there was anything wrong with this way of fishing the fish out. He scooped the fish, unhooked it, then his right hand cruelly pinched the gill and threw it into the keepnet. The blood flowing from the gill indicated that the fish might not survive.