Caught a 597-pounder.

Zhang Tianbao and Du Yuesheng, of course, didn't know that Liu Zhizhong's actions were deliberate.

Tonight's gathering was seamless, nearly perfect, only lacking the final strike.

Liu Zhizhong was secretly excited. He had drunk more than a pound of baijiu, yet his mind remained clear, his movements quick and agile.

Both Zhang and Du had to admire him; such vigor in youth was impressive, withstanding the toll on the body.

Zhang Tianbao, of course, knew Liu Zhizhong was faking illness.

Du Yuesheng truly believed Liu Zhizhong was sick, ha ha...

Right after the second rod went down, bam, Du Yuesheng caught another fish!

The moment he lifted the rod, it bent like a bow, the fishing line whistling ceaselessly.

Seeing this, Liu Zhizhong and Zhang Tianbao immediately started to reel theirs in too, clearing the spot for playing the fish to avoid the lines getting tangled if the fish charged.