Yue Feng's words were quite straightforward, and taken individually, each sentence had no issue, but strung together and combined with the current context, they conveyed a different message.
The subtext was clear: you may be a seasoned veteran and a respected senior, but what's there to be proud of when you have taught someone who lacks the spirit of competitive fishing, a disgrace to the fishing community?
"You..." Lv San was so choked up that his face turned beet red, nearly unable to catch his breath.
"All right, Yue, hold back a little, will you? We can discuss this when Old Zhao gets back!" Seeing Lv San at a loss, Lu Yong was secretly pleased, but out of respect for appearances, he had to mediate. After all, Yue Feng was a junior, and there was no need for things to get too stiff.
While people on both sides were at an impasse, the door to the temporary office was pushed open, and Old Zhao walked in with a freshly printed score tally sheet!
