Wang Zong staggered back several steps, his expression turning ugly. He had never expected the fishing line to snap.
The problem was that he had not left himself many baits—only five in total. If this happened several more times, he would not even know where to find more bait.
He had brought this upon himself.
Wang Zong realized that throwing away his fishing rod earlier had been incredibly stupid.
Just then, a whistle came from Nameless's side. Wang Zong's expression went cold, and he immediately crouched down to bait his hook.
Nameless carried the Washing Machine Fish and walked toward the room, beaming. Since the Electric Car Fish had not been caught by Wang Zong, that meant he still had a chance.
He was extremely glad that Wang Zong did not know how to fish. Otherwise, if Wang Zong caught the Electric Car Fish, the pressure on his side would be immense.
Back in the room, he placed the Washing Machine Fish together with the Electric Bike Fish.
Because he felt somewhat pressed for time and was worried that Wang Zong might catch the Electric Car Fish first, he decided not to eat lunch.
Actually, he did not need to eat in the first place. Wang Zong had gone two days without food and was still in excellent condition, so skipping meals would not cause any problems for him either.
It was just that he had not felt any pressure before. Wang Zong had been completely incapable of making him nervous.
But things were different now.
Wang Zong had nearly hauled the Electric Car Fish up. Who could guarantee that he would not figure out the trick next time?
Although Wang Zong's method of blasting fish was crude and made catching one almost impossible, once he caught a fish, he