The Top Fishing

Just as they were discussing the classic lure issue of how to identify the spot, two more boats headed towards the spot where Lin Yang and his group were fishing.

Wang Feng glanced at them and said, "Lin Yang, my brother, it doesn’t look good, I feel like these boats are coming for us."

The captain’s gaze swept over the two approaching boats and said, "It’s George’s boats. If I’m not wrong, they’re purposely coming to target you."

"Target me?" Lin Yang slightly furrowed his brows upon hearing this explanation, as he was new to the area, and besides Zhang Lin, he didn’t know anyone else. Why would they target him?

The captain explained, "This kind of strategy has also occasionally occurred in past competitions, usually in higher-level events. It’s like the tactical fouls in basketball games, properly exploiting the rules of the competition to limit an angler’s final catch and impact their score."

"They can play like this? Doesn’t the referee care?" Wang Feng turned to look at the referee not far off.

"The rules of the competition don’t forbid different anglers from fishing in the same area. As long as there is no obvious substantive interference, referees won’t intervene. Three boats targeting you is a bit tricky."

"I see. It seems we Asians are really not welcomed, regarded as easy targets. Since the referee won’t interfere, let’s teach them a lesson..."

Although now abroad, Lin Yang wasn’t someone who could be easily bullied. He glanced at his phone and said, "We’ve run into some trouble right now, probably because we stood out too much earlier and got the attention of some local anglers with bad intentions. But we’re not pushovers; let’s show them a thing or two, just to teach these rule-breakers a lesson."