Night fell on the outskirts of Yang City, beside the Dalong Reservoir, a place countless anglers considered a fishing paradise.
Sun Zhe scrutinized Han Xinyue and Yue Changlin before him. Knowing they came with malicious intent, his expression grew vigilant. Both of them had suffered greatly at his hands before, yet now they dared to come looking for trouble with such fanfare. They're clearly well-prepared this time.
Because of this, Sun Zhe didn't dare to be careless, wary of capsizing in the shallows. Still, I'd love to know where they get this confidence.
His gaze swept over the men in black disembarking from the cars. Could these small-fry really be the source of their confidence?
Breaking the silence, Sun Zhe chuckled and jested, "Well, it seems our President Han is a master angler after all."
"I haven't even caught a fish, but you've already reeled me in."
"I must thank you for the trouble of having your people secretly watch me these past few days."
