Daily Evolution from Chapter 150: Mistaken for a Fish

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Mistaken for a Fish

"Set the s, let’s finish this batch and head back, it’s getting late."

The dark-skinned young man clearly had some authority among the crew of these fishing boats.

After he gave the order, the other crew members immediately set about preparing the

methodically.

"Setting s" is a type of fishing gear commonly used domestically.

It is a large

comprised of a web and cords.

Two boats need to hold the ends of the , drop it into the sea, encircle the fish, and gradually tighten the circle, finally pulling the bottom cord to seize the catch in one go.

It is mainly used to corral dense mid-to-upper-level fish.

But apparently, the fishermen aboard the two boats were unaware that directly below them, a human was diving into the sea to fish.

They worked together, skillfully lowering the

into the sea.

Whoa—

The water churned with the movement of the , creating noticeable waves.

As the fishing boat adjusted its angle and sped up, the , over a kilometer in diameter, gradually spread out in the sea, enclosing a large number of mid-to-upper-level fish.

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At this moment.

Underwater.

Wang Ye, perceiving the sonar’s ultrasound waves, suddenly felt a pang in his heart, sensing a bad omen.

With his current perception ability, he could easily detect ultrasound waves unnoticeable to humans.

Wang Ye hesitated no longer, promptly utilizing his tactile perception ability to sense the surrounding vibrations in the seawater.

Just as expected, a highly dense fishing

appeared at a rapid falling pace within a few hundred meters around him, blocking his path.

"Damn it, they mistook me for fish."

Wang Ye didn’t want to be scooped up naked along with a bunch of fish.

That would be too embarrassing.

Without hesitation, he swam downward.

Because, in the structure of the , only the unretracted lower end had a chance to escape.

Once the crew started pulling up the lower cord, he would have no choice but to be socially dead.

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On the ship at the moment, the dark-skinned young man was observing the movement of the water closely.

As timing gradually matured, he swiftly issued another order.

"Uncle, prep the lines!"

"Line prep, hurry! Be quick-handed!"

The rough old man referred to as uncle immediately commanded the other fishermen to prep the line.

The electric reel on the fishing boat began to gradually pull the , and as the lower cord tightened, enormous amounts of shallow sea fish and shrimp were fully enveloped by the , leaving them no chance to escape.

The fishermen evidently were quite experienced. After retrieving the lines, the winch was promptly activated.

After all, the longer the

stayed in the seabed, the greater the risk and more small fish would escape through the

holes.

The winch on the boat started to lift slowly.

The space within the

shrank little by little, forcibly drawn toward the sea surface.

Countless fish sensed the enclosing space and began to swim frantically.

At the moment,

Wang Ye couldn’t escape in time, surrounded by countless panicked, erratically swimming fish and shrimp, he couldn’t help but curse:

"Damn, it’s all fish!"

"Stop messing around, pulling up the

so quickly to rush home? Really aiming to haul me up like fish? No way, I’ve got to take measures."

He immediately swam to the edge of the . He began to tear at the ’s ropes with all his might.

The material of the rope was quite tough, considering it was meant to catch large quantities of fish in the sea, durability was naturally a necessary trait.

Yet Wang Ye’s muscle strength had grown quite formidable; his forearms bulged with muscular veins, exerting thousands of pounds of lateral tearing force.

The fishing

snapped with a "crack," predictably breaking open a giant hole.

Wang Ye swiftly swam out of the

and exhaled in relief.

When he turned back, he saw massive amounts of fish and shrimp constantly swim out through the hole he tore open.

Initially weighing a few hundred pounds of fish and shrimp, just a short moment later, there were only about a hundred pounds left.

"Seems like these fishermen will suffer quite a financial loss."

Wang Ye didn’t exactly feel sympathy.

After all, the fishermen acted first.

Protecting himself was quite the normal act.

He couldn’t possibly watch the

fish him up, could he?

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At this time, the man referred to as uncle on the fishing boat squinted his eyes.

He almost instinctively sensed from the tremor of the winch that something was wrong with the , showcasing his rich experience and sharp insight.

"Ziyang, there seems to be a problem with the !"

"What is it, uncle? Is the

tangled then?" The young man called Ziyang was still focusing on the sonar screen. The sonar showed a noticeably larger "big fish" than other fish and shrimp at the seafloor.

"No, come take a look." The rough old man gestured, gravely saying, "It appears the

was hooked and torn by something... the weight of the

is decreasing, quite a bit of fish and shrimp must have escaped through the hole."

"Torn? But there’s no reef or whale down there; how could it be hooked and torn?"

Ziyang immediately stood up, controlled the winch, and lifted the .

But the result was as expected. The

had already been torn out, a huge hole, within which few fish and shrimp remained, about forty or fifty pounds. Of course, it was not the fish and shrimp that were the biggest loss, but the

itself. A

this large in area, the raw materials and cost are worth thousands if not tens of thousands of bucks.

Looking at the torn

before him.

Ziyang couldn’t help but reveal a hint of disappointment.

Under such circumstances, he could only resign to fate since the seabed always had unforeseeable incidents.

Yet something seemed off,

He recalled the "big fish" detected by the sonar earlier and suddenly spoke up:

"Wait here for me, I’m going to swim down and take a look."

"Ziyang, be careful, perhaps a shark bit into the ."

"This kind of hole wouldn’t be made by a shark bite; perhaps there’s a human down there." Ziyang shook his head.

"A human? Someone’s diving underwater this late?" The rough old fisherman was skeptical: "Moreover, with the quality of our s, ripping such a big hole in a short time with tools isn’t simple. Unless they’re using a power saw or something."

"We’ll find out if we take a look."

Ziyang donned the diving light, tied a rope to himself, and then swiftly jumped into the sea.

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