"Damn! Afraid of death, don't become a GCD!"
Han Qiang didn't know what had happened yet, but given his limited understanding of Zhang Yang, he knew Little Zhang wasn't the type to joke about this. He immediately became more cautious, naturally increasing his casting frequency.
The battle unfolded pretty much as Zhang Yang had anticipated. Wang Yan maintained a relatively fast frequency in luring fish with bait, managing his fishing spot noticeably better than Han Qiang next door.
Although he didn't reach the expected extreme of making the opponent lose his touch, just after eight o'clock, Han Qiang's fishing spot became quiet, forcing him to switch to a long rod. Meanwhile, Wang Yan could still leisurely catch a fish now and then.
By nine-thirty, when Zhang Yang was about to say goodbye and head home, today's fish battle between the two brothers had basically settled.
