Dilbert Walker was the first to step forward, skillfully reeling in the fishing rod, checking the condition of the bait. When he saw it had turned white from soaking in the seawater, he swiftly replaced it with a fresh and vibrant one and swung the rod out into the endless ocean once again.
Meanwhile, Harry North did not hesitate to take the lead. He did not inspect the bait like Dilbert had; he only held tightly onto the rod, gently twirling it, his eyes focused on the fluorescent float in the sea.
The remaining representatives from the other companies were quickly dispatched into the intense competition.
The entire place.
All of a sudden, fell silent.
Only the sound of the sea breeze stirring the waves, slowly lapping against the boat's edge, could be heard.
"Swoosh~"
The sound of a splash echoed.
Then, a lively and wriggling fish was leisurely hoisted from the surface of the sea.
And the one who caught the fish was none other than Dilbert Walker.
