Last time he tried to pull out a catfish with a hand pole, he couldn't manage it and was forcibly dragged into the water.
This time it was a boat rod, the base of the rod resting against the waist belt, his left hand grasping the rod, his right hand pressing down firmly on the fishing reel, preventing the forty to fifty-pound alligator gar from swimming deeper for the moment.
The tip of the rod bent from time to time, squeaking non-stop as it was pulled, and the fishing line sliced through the water with a whooshing sound.
Meanwhile, the battle raged on in the water, with three fierce alligator gars occasionally biting the body of the one on the hook, causing it great annoyance.
Beforehand, Chu Mingcheng had caught several small ones, and even they looked ferocious enough.
The larger ones were even more unsettling to look at.