On the sea, the atmosphere between the two fishing boats was a bit strange. As the breeze blew gently across the sea, the two sides stood facing each other.
Being outnumbered, Han Fei was not afraid at all. He wanted to get some information about the level-three fishery from the other side.
The four on the ghost boat were hesitating. By right, they should retreat immediately if their attack failed. This was the iron law of the level-three fishery.
However, Han Fei was alone but had dozens of spiritual weapons, which they really coveted. Since they had an advantage in numbers, they were reluctant to give up their prey.
Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Han Fei asked again, "Why don't you speak?"
There was a moment of silence on the other side, and the spear-bearing man said, "Brat, you are very strong, but unfortunately, you are alone. We can let you go but you've gotta hand over 10 spiritual weapons."
"Hahaha…"
