Meanwhile, the Mechanical Puppet led Wang Zong to the fishing tackle storage room.→
He looked over the dazzling array of rods, bait, and fishing lines, then asked, "Are all the rods here?"
"Honored guest, yes. All the rods are here," the Mechanical Puppet replied.
Wang Zong nodded and walked slowly up to the rack of rods. They stood upright, each suited to a different purpose. As he examined them, he asked, "Does Nameless use the rods here too?"
"All fishing tackle is shared by both honored guests," the Mechanical Puppet replied.
Wang Zong narrowed his eyes and nodded. "All right. Leave this place to me. You can go."
Once the Mechanical Puppet had left, he immediately chose a rod, walked out of the storage room, and tossed it into the sea without hesitation. Then he waited quietly.
If this had been the first stage, if he had not lost to Nameless so many times, he would have considered such a thing beneath him.
But he had kept losing. Though he said nothing, resentment had piled up inside him. The indiscriminate killing in the previous stage had already offered a glimpse of it.
Now, to beat Nameless, he would stop at nothing. However despicable an act might be, if it benefited him, he would do it without hesitation.
An hour later, he smiled. "Looks like the rods don't return on their own. Which means every rod I use is one less rod left here..."
He did not know how good Nameless was at fishing, but he knew perfectly well that he himself was only average.
In that case, he would make sure Nameless could not fish at all.
He went back and forth to the storage room, throwing rod after rod into the water. After some thought, he decided that was