But why did they manage to hook a person?
The fish hook snagged the diver, catching the clothing on the back of the person. The person snagged by the hook was trying to break free.
Perhaps it was because the clothing was of such good quality, or for so other reason, or maybe it was Fang Hao pulling on the other end, but the person couldn't get the hook off.
Instead, the more they struggled, the more firmly they beca ensnared.
They ant to pull out a dagger to cut the line, but they were pulled so sharply that they lost grip of the dagger just as it was drawn, dropping it to the sea floor, out of reach.
Without the dagger, they had nothing to cut the fishing line with, and were subsequently pulled up.
They were a frogman.
The infiltration this ti was for a special mission.
There happened to be a base nearby, and they had co here specifically for that base, to steal so secrets.
They had hoped to take advantage of the upcoming typhoon weather for better action, yet—to their misfortune—they had barely approached the coast when they were caught by a fisherman.
Such rotten luck.
"%&￥￥...&." The frogman cursed inwardly.
But they knew that the most pressing matter now was to free themselves from the fish hook and leave this place.
Otherwise, once captured... their plans might also beco known to the other side.
That was definitely not an option.
They needed to see how many people were around.
If there weren't many, only a fisherman or two, they would take them down.
After all, no one must know they had been there.
If their whereabouts were leaked, there would be nowhere to hide.
When they were pulled to the surface, they slightly lifted their head to survey the situation on the shore.
However, when they saw so many people on the shore, they were taken aback.
So many people?
This was not what they had expected.
They had thought there would at most be a couple of people on the shore, which they felt confident to handle with their skills. But with so many present and without a weapon, things beca difficult.
Wasn't it supposed to be a typhoon soon?
Why would all these people rush to the seaside, careless of their lives?
...
Fortunately, the person they had hooked this ti was alive, not a corpse.
But this was still enough to keep Fang Hao complaining for a long ti.
What kind of luck was this?
Fang Hao was numb to it.
Another person caught by fishing... Was this the third ti?
Previously, they also hooked people two tis in a row when they were out at sea.
This was quite embarrassing.
He really didn't an to.
And just now, he had asked Dàmò whether there were divers around here usually.
Dàmò had also said that there wouldn't be any divers here, since the water wasn't very deep—only around ten to twenty ters, and in shallower places, there were six to seven ters.
Generally, divers wouldn't co to this place.
Besides, there was a base nearby, which made it even less likely for people to dive here.
For diving, one could go to specialized diving spots with instructors or venture out to sea for it, which was far more enjoyable.
This area's fish resources were decent, suitable for fishing and such.
"Uh... erm..."
"Sorry about that."
Fang Hao offered his apologies, whilst trying to pull the person onto the shore to remove the hook.
Hooking a person while fishing was indeed his mistake.
This luck... was truly unmatched.
But for so reason, Fang Hao felt that the person hooked seed to be harboring so murderous intent towards him.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
Fang Hao couldn't be certain.
But thinking about it, if soone hooked him up, he would understandably be angry, too.
Fang Hao didn't think too much about it.
Putting oneself in another's shoes, if he were the one hooked, he would be angry and might even contemplate killing the other person.
anwhile, Fang Hao's live broadcast room was already in stitches. The viewers teased him again.
"The host's performance is as consistent as ever, with no change."
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, the host hooked another person."
"The host's luck is incomparable; the less likely it is for sothing to be hooked, the more likely he is to hook it."
"This is the strength of the Corpse Fishing Immortal, it's just a pity that this ti it was a live catch, it would have been explosive if it were a dead one."
The viewers were having a good laugh.
The newcors were also astonished—could you really hook a person?
Watching Fang Hao make the catch was far more thrilling than reading about it online.
"He really does have extraordinary skills."
"If that's the case, I think he might even be able to hook an airplane one day."
People started to look forward to it.
Perhaps in the future, if he went fishing for airplanes, he might actually catch one.
This gave the viewers sothing to anticipate.
Now watching the person who had been hooked, everyone found it amusing.
...
After seeing that it was a person who had been hooked, Dàmò's expression subtly changed, furrowing his brow.
It wasn't because he felt embarrassed about catching a person.
But because he felt there was sothing odd about the person hooked.
To be caught at this ti, at this place.
Moreover, the stranger's outfit was clearly not just any diving suit but a specially made frogman diving suit.
Perhaps unnoticeable to the average person, Dàmò, as a veteran police officer, swiftly sensed sothing was amiss.
He didn't make any noise, choosing not to alert the person, lest they be scared off.
Whether the person was a frogman or not, he had to capture them first.
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