Ten minutes have passed.
The fishing rod hasn't moved a bit, all quiet.
Twenty minutes have passed.
The fishing rod is still completely motionless.
Half an hour, still very quiet.
...
During this time, except for when the sea breeze blew and the fishing rod moved slightly, there was no other movement.
He also reeled in the line to check, besides the bait he had dropped earlier, there were no other things on the hook.
Fang Hao's face turned dark.
Where has all the luck gone?
What happened to the auspicious signs?
Why is everyone else catching big fish and here there's no movement at all, not to mention big fish, not even a small fish had been caught.
These fish are deliberately going against him.
He was almost frustrated enough to crush the nearby torpedo with one hand.
It was only because Fang Hao is good-tempered that he did not act on it, he's not someone who holds grudges easily.
Otherwise, it would just be, "Damn it, explode for me!"