At the same time, he wasn't wrong; sea wolves do indeed move in packs, and sure enough, there was a group of sea wolves below. His second rod, cast just a minute ago, had caught another fish.
Only when he had hauled the fish halfway up, it was robbed by a shark.
This time the shark wasn't hooked, and a seventy to eighty centimeters long sea wolf had a big chunk bitten off its head. By the time Lin Yang pulled it up, only a short stub of the head remained.
"My god, the bad luck sure works better than the good, attracting the shark again." He couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark this time and showed the fish head on the hook to everyone for a quick glance.
The cross-sectional area of the wound was very neat, with the majority of the fish's flesh bitten off, leaving only a bit of the half-head and a tiny bit of meat behind the neck, which had virtually no practical value.