The fishing line had broken. I had probably been too engrossed just now, for when I turned my head, I saw Fatty staring at me completely dumbfounded. He obviously still didn’t understand what had just happened. I was just starting to scold the bastard when the sound of another fishing line being pulled rang out through the air.
I quickly went up and grabbed the rod, which had bent into a very exaggerated arc. Fatty shouted, “Let it go!” I remembered that the reel had been locked, so I released it and watched the fishing line immediately get pulled further out. I stood firm and locked it again, but the force on the other end was much stronger and the fishing rod bowed again. I tried to grab the handle and start reeling it in, but it was useless. As soon as the line tightened, it would immediately break again.
“Keeping letting it go!” Fatty called out again. I did as he said and watched the line get pulled at a crazy speed. I locked it again, but knew that this wasn’t the way to go. The whole point of releasing and reeling the line in was to tease the fish. What the hell was I supposed to do if the line broke again?
“Help!” I shouted to Fatty.
He scratched his head, “How can I help?”
“The old man must’ve been prepared!” While I was being pulled around by the fish, Fatty went through the old man’s equipment and suddenly let out a loud, “Fuck!” He pulled out a very sharp, long-handled iron hook that was used to pull big sea fish ashore.
Large freshwater fish were often caught with small fishing rods. As long as the fish’s physical strength was exhausted, the fishing line would be strong enough to pull it up. It seemed that the old man didn’t prepare any other method besides catching the fish this way.
“I’ll go down,” Fatty said to me. “I’ll fight it.”
Poker-Face suddenly grabbed my bait bag. When I asked him what he was planning on doing, he pointed to the Stagnant Water Dragon King’s palace and then grabbed the second section of a spare fishing rod. He took out a piece of bait and then hit it with the fishing rod like he was playing golf.
When the bait fell into the lake up ahead, my fishing line was immediately pulled to the edge of the ripple where it had landed. I couldn’t help thinking that the fish must be very hungry. Poker-Face grabbed the bait and then told me to follow the direction the fish was heading in. While running, he used the fishing rod to hit the bait so that it landed in the water in front of the fish. Step by step, he lured the fish to the front of the Dragon King’s palace.
He exerted the force so cleverly that the fishing rod drew various arcs in the air and whistled, but the bait still went flying into the water as a whole without breaking apart.
As we rushed all the way to the Dragon King’s palace, I saw the huge salt sandbar under the water’s surface again. I immediately understood that Poker-Face was planning to lead the fish to shallow waters, but at this time, the bait had been exhausted.
“Dry food!” I yelled at Fatty.
“There’s only bacon and the old man’s crabs left,” Fatty said.
“Use them all!” I yelled.
As soon as Fatty pulled the bacon out of his backpack and held it up, I slashed it into pieces with my Kukri. Every time I cut a piece, Poker-Face would hit it like a baseball without even letting it touch the ground. Fatty could only watch as the bacon in his hand became smaller and smaller, and the two of us crazily slashed it with a knife and sent it flying with a rod.
As soon as the piece of bacon was finished, Fatty threw another piece directly to Poker-Face, who sent it flying out. The old man’s poor crabs soon followed. Once they were all finished, we used a flashlight to illuminate the shallows and saw that the series of ripples hadn’t yet disappeared. Every piece of bacon had fallen into its proper place, creating a perfect chain of ripples.
At the same time, we saw a huge black shadow speeding through these ripples. It was too far away to see clearly, but the shadow was very long and looked just like a dragon.
“It’s coming up!” I said overjoyed, “Let’s keep going!”
“There’s nothing left!” Fatty said.
“There must at least be something!”
“Oh, I had something. But you wouldn’t let me bring it when we fucking set off!”
I didn’t believe it and touched Fatty’s waist, which made him furious, “Fuck off! Am I the kind of person who withholds goods?”
“What else?”
“My dick is the only thing left. Do you want me to cut it off for you?!” Fatty asked angrily.
I clenched my teeth and looked back at the lake. The shadow was still too far away from us, so I needed to lure it a little closer.
Fatty took out his wine and threw it to Poker-Face, who grabbed my shoulder, jumped up, and kicked the bottle out.
This was the last thing.
My mind was going crazy as I looked around everywhere, hoping to find something. But just as my anxiety was reaching unprecedented heights, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I immediately covered it and thought to myself, this is really bad timing.
Fatty gave me a furious look and asked, “Little Brother, have you ever hit shit?”
MereBear's Translation 
Oh no! 😂
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Gosh… don’t tell me they are really thinking that? 🤣🤣
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