Chapter 431 - 207: Scouting Ahead_2
Zhang Lin quietly tugged at him, his eyes signaling not to provoke the American, but Lin Yang remained unmoved.
"What international joke is this? If it was about some controlled items, or special uses of special fishing gear, Lin Yang might not be familiar."
"For a casting that tests precision, such skills were second nature to him; he could even do it with his eyes closed."
"Give him my rod, I don’t believe he can do it as easily as he claims," said one of the skinny white youths.
"Right, give him a chance, a chance to make a fool of himself in public."
The group, eager for a commotion, began to clamor again, gesturing for someone to hand the fishing rod to Lin Yang.
They did as suggested, handing the rod to Lin Yang, who confidently took it and gave it a once-over.
It was an M-tuned, pistol-grip, jointed lure fishing rod of a brand he didn’t recognize, 2.1m in length, good to the touch, equipped with a high-end Shimano baitcasting reel that looked rather expensive.
Having the rod in hand, he didn’t start casting immediately but instead angled the tip 60 degrees upwards, released the line release switch, and observed the speed at which the line was paying out.