At the fish farm, in the large glass tanks where the ornamental fish were displayed, the colorful fish had all turned belly-up. Fatty and the others were doing their utmost to save them, transferring the fish that weren't dead to another tank. Although they managed to save a portion of the fish, those that were saved were barely clinging to life.
Ling Zhenfei took out the Xuantian Spirit Spring Pot and stealthily poured a bit of Spiritual Liquid into the bathtub, hoping to preserve the fish they had saved. Even if they managed to keep these fish alive, the loss was still devastating.
"Did you call the police?"
"We've already called the police. I believe they'll be here soon, but what can the police do? The fish are already dead,"
As Fatty spoke, he couldn't help but let tears fall. A grown man was crying; indeed, he had invested so much into these fish, and just as they were about to be sold, such a disaster struck.
