Ouyang Jun's heart sank, and his expression turned serious.
He slowly started cranking the reel, lifting the fishing rod eagerly, but found no resistance. Soon, his hook was pulled up.
It was then he noticed that the bait worm was still there, but the fish was gone!
"Fuck, what's going on? Where's the fish?"
A puzzled look crossed Ouyang Jun's face. He clearly felt the tug on his rod, definitely a big fish. How could it have disappeared in the blink of an eye?
"The hook came off!"
Zheng Huaqing immediately judged the situation, certain that the fish had struggled free from the hook during the tug.
Ouyang Jun was frustrated, "It really was a big fish, at least twenty or thirty pounds. How could it have thrown the hook? My bait is still perfectly hanging there!"
Zheng Huaqing laughed, "The bigger the fish, the craftier it is. It has escaped your hook, narrowly avoiding death. Now, it must have fled far away; hooking it again will be difficult."