Han Sen glanced at the people who had walked up to him. They didn't have any fishing tools or personal belongings, so they did not seem to be fishing here.
"F*ck off," Han Sen said coldly.
"You have quite a temper. But I'm afraid that you haven't been told who this place belongs to." The leader of the group, a middle-aged man, did not get mad but smiled coldly at Han Sen.
They didn't take Han Sen's words seriously at all. They walked to Han Sen, sighed, and started to pull the bag in which Han Sen had placed the fish he caught.
"Didn't you hear me? Do not make me say it again," Han Sen frowned and said.
