"Holy shit, that was a quick bite!" Yue Feng muttered to himself and quickly got up to struggle with the fish.
Yue Feng was okay with letting the rig down just now, but when he started reeling in after getting a bite, he soon experienced the inconvenience mentioned by Uncle Victor.
The water was too deep, the sinker too heavy, which greatly increased the resistance after getting a bite. Pulling in the line was a bitter joy. Swinging his arms vigorously for quite a while and still fifty-plus meters to go, he grit his teeth and continued reeling in the line until he finally hauled up the first fish.
It had a slick black head, and its mouth was full of tiny teeth; its back was covered with fine spots, and it looked kind of like a Big Mouth Bass but was two sizes larger.
"Cod! About seven or eight jin, you're lucky today!" Uncle Victor couldn't help but comment after glancing at it.
