The rats around us had long since scattered.
The big white rat Gray Fourth Lady had transformed into kept running forward.
She was incredibly fast, yet she was running straight toward Master's fishing spot.
After chasing for dozens of meters, we saw a dark, skinny old man at the dock, holding a fishing rod and fishing.
The dark, skinny old man wore a worried expression. His fish basket was utterly empty—not even a single hair in it.
He could only grip his fishing rod tightly, staring at the glow-in-the-dark float as he took drags from his cigarette.
It was none other than my angler Master.
When he saw the float twitch twice, a trace of delight suddenly appeared amid the worry on Master's face. He even stopped smoking.
Both hands tightly gripping the rod, he was ready to strike at any moment.
"That seems to be your Master, Senior Song."
As Mao Jing spoke, I hurriedly said:
"Don't talk. That's my Master..."
Master hated being disturbed most when he was fishing.
It would have been better if he had no bites right now. If the fish were biting, and given Master's poor fishing skills, if he let one get away, he would go berserk.
But at this moment, Gray Fourth Lady, that rat demon, could have fled anywhere, yet she had to run toward where Master was fishing.
As she ran, she kept squeaking loudly.
Master hadn't looked at her, but he was already getting irritated.
Yet when the float moved again, it was clearly a fish taking the bait, so he didn't move rashly.
Then that big white rat ran closer and closer.
At that very moment, Master suddenly jerked his rod.
The pose was cool. With a whoosh, he hooked absolutely nothing...
Seeing this, I grabbed Mao Jing,