Crack!
A sharp crack rang through the air. The fishing pole whipped back, making Chen Zhao stumble back. The string had snapped.
Everyone was a bit disappointed but also happy. They were happy because Earl Eric wasn't caught by an outsider. Their belief and wishes could continue.
But they were disappointed because even someone as strong as Chen Zhao couldn't catch Earl Eric. Could anyone fish it out?
Chen Zhao shrugged helplessly. It wasn't his fault. Even the tempered fiber string had a limit to what it could bear.
Even though he was disappointed, he didn't obsess over it. Plus, even if he did catch such a large fish, he probably had to let it go in the end.
Laurent didn't see Chen Zhao pull Earl Eric onto land, but he'd brought Chen Zhao here, so he was still proud.
"Ha. Powell, how's Chen? Better than your failures, right?"
