CHAPTER 950: CHAPTER 931: LENG XIAOJUN APPEARS

The first fish-fight of the afternoon hadn’t finished yet when Hu Changsheng stopped midway to try Wang Xiaomin’s method.

Using a sieve to eliminate the fine powder, he opened the loose powder with large broken bait and tried it out after a busy while. Goodness, the nest was quickly set up, and those slippery old fish really entered the nest to eat the bait.

"This fish-fight is impossible to play!"

Looking at the dense fish stars in the nest, Hu Changsheng felt a surge of powerlessness, a sense of being hit by a dimensional reduction attack, shattering his understanding of the slippery fish pit’s situation.

"Hehe, don’t be like that. Your fish-fight isn’t over yet! Are you surrendering now?" Wang Xiaomin grinned, his expression and eyes like a cunning country old man.

"A bet is a bet! I’m convinced, utterly and completely! You, this guy, have given me too many surprises!" Hu Changsheng waved his hand, putting down his rod very dejectedly.

Inside, in the tech guidance office, Leng Xiaojun was watching the pond competition through the monitor in front of him.

This guy had been at the base all along since the beginning, intentionally avoiding seeing Han Luofeng and the three-person team kicking down the door.

Before, the two men were fishing while chatting, something Leng Xiaojun could still accept. But seeing Hu Changsheng let go mid-fight and give up his rod, Leng Xiaojun’s rage flared instantly.

As a competitive angler, even if you lose, you should have the courage, supposedly you can be killed but not scared. Even in a sure-lose situation, one should not abandon and release the rod halfway; this has already escalated beyond a simple technical issue to the level of attitude.

Leng Xiaojun already had a high level of hostility towards the three who came to kick down the door, and this negative approach by old Hu has crossed his bottom line.

"Oh, when did you arrive? Practicing rod?"

Wang Xiaomin and Hu Changsheng were discussing the details of fishing slippery fish with the big particle loose bait when Leng Xiaojun’s voice came from behind.

Hu Changsheng’s face tightened upon hearing the word practice, instantly realizing his previous performance seemed problematic.

Wang Xiaomin looked back and said, "Hello, Captain Leng, I am Wang Xiaomin, a contracted angler of Yuefeng Fishing Club, here with brother Han Luofeng and brother Zhao Zheng to your club for fun!"

"Wang Xiaomin, eh, a rising star, number one dark horse! Long heard your name!"

Leng Xiaojun greeted with squinty eyes, made to shake hands with Wang Xiaomin, whose hand was already extended, but then unexpectedly retracted, speaking with a somewhat insincere tone full of hostility.

"Haha, just fishing at random! All rumors!" Wang Xiaomin casually retracted his arm and laughed, further worsening his impression of Leng Xiaojun.

"Where are Han Luofeng and Zhao Zheng? Why are you here alone? Leaving the little brother unmanaged like a sheep? That’s not team conduct. At our Tianyuan, if such a thing happens during a competition, it warrants warning punishment!"

Hu Changsheng awkwardly held the rod neither raised nor lowered, hardening his face to say, "They drank too much at noon, resting in the hospitality room!"

"Oh, I see! Seems like the door-kicking is fake, looking for drinks is real, understandable considering Yuefeng Tackle just started not long ago, how did Hua Clan get their players so greedy?

If your treatment is indeed poor, why not join us at Tianyuan, I’ll arrange a contract for you as a main player?"

Seeing Leng Xiaojun’s words getting sharper, Wang Xiaomin’s impression of him deteriorated again.

"Our small team definitely can’t compare with your big first-line brand in terms of treatment! But I, a bit bone-headed, don’t fancy perching on high branches after settling into a spot!

Even Lv Bu, no matter how fierce, was a servant to three masters; one day if I become Fishing King, switching old faces would be a lifelong scandal I, Wang Xiaomin, can’t afford! If Captain Leng’s company offers some treatment, maybe I’ll ask brother Feng to say something and you switch to our club, doubling the current treatment!"

Originally normal conversation turned cheeky, Wang Xiaomin openly extending an invitation, effectively a slap in the face.

After hearing, Leng Xiaojun’s face turned ashen.

"You’re insulting me?" Leng Xiaojun pointed at his nose, questioning.

"Whereas might Captain Leng be sensitive! It’s just chat fun, jokes! Such a big captain as you wouldn’t compare yourself to a mere lad, embarrassing you if spoken about! Hu Dage, what do you say?" Wang Xiaomin laughingly looked at Hu Changsheng.

Hu Changsheng awkwardly rubbed his nose: "Fun is fun, but don’t babble, not appropriate!"

"Since old Hu doesn’t want to chat, let’s skip insignificant talks, I’ve watched your competitions, excellent fundamentals still somewhat complete, how about let’s play a match? Let me learn from Yuefeng Fishing Tackle’s number one dark horse?"

With simmering rage, Leng Xiaojun directly issued a fish-fight invitation.

"Alright, I see your club’s besides Hu Dage decent technique, other young team members are nothing, don’t know how the dignified Captain Leng Xiaojun’s mastery in Tianyuan Club fares, isn’t it just idle boasting!"

"You..."

"Haha, a joke, don’t be angry! Please don’t be angry!"

Wang Xiaomin slickly spread his hands with a smile, making it hard for Leng Xiaojun to vent, like a punch thrown with full force hitting a stack of cotton fluff.

"Say it, you choose freely in this pit! I won’t bully you, letting you ten subject fish, mixed breed letting you three pounds!" Leng Xiaojun boldly stated the fish offering conditions in the fish-fight.

"Alright, thanks to Captain Leng’s magnanimity, here lies a true captain’s demeanor! So number two pool, fished earlier, I’ve just got the feel for fish situation! If willing to play, let’s play here then!" Wang Xiaomin readily agreed.

"Deal! Old Hu, I’ll use your gear! Learn from the young genius’s technique!" Leng Xiaojun naturally reached to take Hu Changsheng’s rod.

Hu Changsheng advised: "Fishing in this number two pit isn’t easy, earlier on I discussed with Xiaomin using loose bait to aggressively attack for quick bites, very effective!"

Leng Xiaojun dismissed it with a sneer: "Fishing against Xiaomin, whatever method he uses, I will use! I want to see where your arrogance originates! Really think our Tianyuan Club is a soft target!"

"Alright, I’ll split my loose powder and hand food with you! Let’s make fair bait!" Wang Xiaomin puffed up with anger, directly placing the opened loose powder.

"Good!"

The initially communicative atmosphere, upon Leng Xiaojun’s entry, instantly filled with hostility, tension between parties palpable, a clash ready to ignite!

Three minutes later, both changed positions to fresh spots lacking nests; Hu Changsheng set a forty-minute fish-fight timer, called out, and the fish-fight officially started.

In the next second, both simultaneously pinched large loose powder rods, throwing them into water, starting the mixed breed fish-fight in number two pit.