The host leisurely looked around the field, stopping at the Thompson Group's station. Spotting a single fish still swimming in the round wooden barrel, he couldn't help but voice his worry, "Mr. Lindsey, I'm afraid you're in danger after the first round."
"Aren't there still two rounds left?" Arthur smirked, a natural rebellious aura radiating from him. In an instant, he appeared as a king defining his realm, quite audacious.
"Indeed, indeed, Mr. Lindsey, you haven't personally stepped up yet."
Like being struck by a sudden realization, the host tapped his head and chuckled as he walked off to Ren Jefferson's barrel. Sally Jefferson told him proudly, "We've got eight sea fish! We're sure to win the first round!"
"...Hmm." The host nodded in agreement. "Congratulations."
The congratulation wasn't premature.
For the other representative groups to overtake the lead in the last five minutes, it was virtually impossible.
After all, some teams still had no catch at all.
