Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Hey! Get out of here now if you know what's good for you!"

A burly man held his head high and looked down at the bustling crowd of contestants on the best fishing platform. He roared loudly in a contemptuous tone.

"No way? Why would he be interested in our position? There are four more of the same kind over there!"

"Damn it, is he going to pull off another big show like last year?"

"Brother, who is he?"

"You are from outside, right? He is the favorite to win the fishing competition in recent years, the fishing king Wo McGee who won the previous two championships."

"Run! It is said that this person threw all the contestants at the same fishing spot into the water last year and even broke their fishing rods, causing those contestants whose fishing rods were broken to lose their qualifications to compete!"

"Why are you running? There are so many of us. Let's attack together! If we defeat him, the championship will be ours, right?"

The people at the fishing spots started talking about it. Some wanted to flee the scene, while others tried to encourage everyone to work together. Various ideas were intertwined and the scene was quite chaotic.

"I'll give you one second. If you don't leave, hmph!"

The muscular and huge Wo McKee stood at the fishing spot, almost occupying the entire channel. He snapped his fingers, as if a beast was issuing an ultimatum to the prey in front of him.

"run!"

"on!"

There are different opinions among the crowd, and the two opinions are at odds with each other, but it does not affect them from flowing in the same direction.

Some tried to slip past McGee, while others attacked without hesitation.

"Oh!"

McGee failed to react in time and was hit hard by several people.

But he did not take a step back, and a sneer of disdain flashed across his lips.

"Don't be too proud!"

He stretched out his big hand and swung out a huge blow with astonishing power, instantly blowing the people in front of him into the water.

After all, this fishing spot is just a long and narrow passage, only about two meters wide, with no fences around it.

"Wow!"

"Pfft!"

"Hey! We don't intend to attack you..."

"what!"

Some tried to explain and seek a way out, but McGee was ruthless and didn't give them any chance.

He relied on his strong physique to resist the incoming attacks, a crazy smile appeared on his face, and he kept waving his big hands, beating all the people in front of him until they vomited blood, and finally swept them into the water.

"Hey, I never intended to let any of you go!"

"If they weren't afraid that the organizer would cancel the competition, no one in other fishing spots would be able to stay until the end of the competition!"

After easily crushing the others, McGee showed a satisfied smile on his face, and his vicious eyes swept over the surrounding contestants who were standing on the fishing spots across the water, not knowing what was going on.

As McGee’s powerful clearance was followed by whistles and cheers from some of the spectators on the sidelines, mixed with some words of wanting to win.

The noises were chaotic and enthusiastic, and seemed to come from McGee's fans or gamblers who bet on him to win in the peripheral betting.

"Hahaha……"

In response, McGee raised his arms high and laughed, enjoying all the eyes on him, as if the championship was already in his pocket.

However, the voices of the contestants at the surrounding fishing spots and the spectators who were talking on the sidelines suddenly stopped, as if cut off by an invisible force.

McGee was stunned and immediately stopped his crazy behavior. While he was wondering, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a man who was short for him, walking towards him leisurely with a nonchalant smile on his face.

The man had short, flowing hair and was wearing a casual beach outfit and a pair of large slippers. He was holding a variety of tools in his left hand and a fishing rod on his shoulder in his right hand, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Not bad, not bad. You actually used violence to clear the area. I was just worried about there being too many people here. You really helped me a lot."

"Thank you, big guy, you are so thoughtful."

The person who came was Jerry. He walked calmly to McGee and stood in front of him. He raised his head, showed a smile as warm as the sun, and sincerely thanked him.

Looking down at the dwarf in front of him, McGee's mouth twitched slightly, and then he revealed a sinister smile.

"Boy! Do you think your life is too good?"

"What's the matter? You want to fight?" Jerry blinked in confusion.

"Then come and hit me!"

With a roar, McGee swung his big hand again and slapped Jerry's head violently from the side.

"what!"

Among the onlookers, there was a kind-hearted woman who couldn't help but scream and covered her eyes, as if she didn't want to see such a violent scene.

After all, McGee's open big hand covered Jerry's chest to head area.

Brook was watching leisurely on the sidelines, and Skarl was even cheering for the big man. He did not place any bets outside the court, but was simply excited about McGee's suicidal behavior.

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang, which immediately shocked countless onlookers.

"How can it be!"

"McGee's attack was blocked!"

Jerry put down the tools with his left hand and stretched out his hand to block McGee's attacking big palm.

McGee's face turned red, and he wanted to pull his hand back to attack again, but Jerry's small hand held his big hand, and he couldn't move.

The sharp contrast in height and body shape between the two men created a dramatic visual impact. Jerry, who was less than two meters tall, was able to control the giant man who was four meters away.

Jerry grinned. "Hey, you asked for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerry pulled with his left hand in front of McGee's wide eyes. McGee suddenly felt as if there was an invisible force pulling on the muscles in his palms, and he staggered a step involuntarily.

Jerry quickly twisted his body, and his strength burst out instantly, hitting McGee's abdomen with an iron mountain lean, causing McGee's face to show unbearable pain and his eyes to be bloodshot.

Then Jerry stretched out his right hand, put his shoulder on the opponent's strong arm, and suddenly threw McGee over his shoulder, knocking him over and falling heavily into the water.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, water splashed several meters high, and the waves rolled and surged.

The contestants who were previously pushed into the water by McGee were all thankful that they had swam away.

If we continue to stay where we are, given the current situation, we will be affected a second time if we are not careful.

At the same time, their eyes were full of gratitude as they turned to Jerry who was standing alone at the fishing spot.

Although they had never met each other before and Jerry might not have thought about getting to know them, his action just now undoubtedly vented their anger and made them respect him.

Jerry watched the ripples on the water gradually subside, then looked at McGee who emerged from the water, spread his hands to him, and turned his head to the audience in an innocent manner and said:

"Everyone heard it, right? He made the request himself. He asked me to fight."