"Fisherman? Don't know him."
Niu Ma shook his head.
"The person in the photo you gave me."
"That was from Napoleon, you should ask him," said Niu Tou.
"Can you help me call him then?"
"Boy, you really are troublesome."
Muttering, Niu Ma took out his cellphone.
"Spit it out, I'm busy here."
The voice of White Feather Chicken sounded.
"It's not me looking for you; it's my little bro."
Niu Ma handed the cellphone to Liu Zheng.
"Human, what do you want with me?"
The tone of White Feather Chicken had grown much colder.
"Well, I met a man named Fisherman in the sewer."
"He seemed to know you and asked if you were about to tear up the agreement and start the war anew with him," Liu Zheng said.
"When did I ever want to rip up the agreement? Human, you didn't wander into his fishery, did you?" White Feather Chicken asked.
"That, I'm not sure. But the fish there were quite plump."
"That's his fishery. Did you catch any fish?"
White Feather Chicken asked excitedly.
