Long Yu said calmly, "They fish for theirs; we fish for ours. As long as they don't bother us, just ignore them."
They have collected more than twenty bags of fish, and it is impossible to take them away in a short time. If she was asked to give up this fish, Yao Ran was really unwilling.
Noticing that those people were looking at the bags of fish with greedy eyes, Yao Ran said, "Let's move the fish back to the boat. I had a bad feeling."
The other group has many people, so they must remain vigilant. Long Yu nodded and said, "Alright."
After carrying the bags of fish back to the boat, Yao Ran observed those people with binoculars. Judging from their thin and shallow faces, they should be forced to come out to look for supplies.
Yao Ran looked at the leading motorboat and saw a familiar face. She sneered and thought, 'It's actually that tattooed man. Hah! Enemies are really bound to meet on a narrow road.'
