Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Yes, yes!"

"Yes, he asked for it himself."

"I've never heard such an outrageous request, yo ho ho ho."

"I heard that too, oh ha ha!"

The onlookers all burst into laughter, and the voices of Scar and Brook were mixed in.

Amidst the laughter, McGee showed up again but didn't dare to say another word. He looked at Jerry who was winking at him with a little fear.

He knew that his defeat this time was not unfair, and it could even be said that he was defeated without any suspense.

McGee's strength is naturally great. Over the years, he has been able to defeat most of the people he meets with just his physical body, making him a real bully in the area.

He usually runs rampant in the village, and even many outsiders are no match for him.

However, the feeling of oppression and powerlessness just now deeply pierced his seemingly hard shell.

At that moment, he felt his hand being grabbed and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. He knew he had hit a wall.

With McGee's personality, if he had not seen the powerful navy capturing pirates since he was a child, the cruel scene of the fight between the two sides would have been deeply engraved in his heart, causing him to have a psychological shadow area of ​​more than three bedrooms and two living rooms.

Perhaps he had already gone to sea and became a pirate hated by everyone.

When McGee saw Jerry's face again, he felt that he looked familiar, but he was not sure if he had seen him before.

After all, he didn't dare to look at the other party any longer, for fear that Jerry would think he was trying to provoke him. At this moment, McGee just wanted to turn around and slip back to the shore and continue participating in the competition on the other side.

Jerry smiled at McGee's departing back and without saying anything else, he walked to the front of the fishing spot, took out various tools and began to prepare.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to ..."

Not long after, the host of the competition came on stage and began his performance. After the routine monologue, he briefly introduced the rules and time limits of the competition.

Of course, it is impossible for everyone to fish for a whole day in this competition. The time limit is a few hours, and it will end from now until dusk.

Amid the cheers of the audience, the host and the referee jointly announced the start of the competition.

Many contestants in the venue, including Jerry, started their own operations at the same time. Some made their own nests, some used other people's nests, and of course some just cast their rods directly.

Jerry looked at the slightly clear water under his feet. There were already many fish swimming around before he even started baiting.

I secretly sighed in my heart that this place is worthy of being one of the best locations designated by the authorities. I guess they must have secretly placed some items there that will attract a large number of fish.

This saved him a lot of time. After taking a closer look, he cast the rod directly and sat on the small stool that had been prepared long ago, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Taking advantage of the free time, he turned his head and looked around.

He found that there were four other best fishing spots like his, but after fierce competition before the start of the competition, three of them were occupied by only one person, while the other one was still crowded with people.

Jerry defeated McGee fairly and openly, and no one was so foolish as to challenge him anymore, as they all squeezed to other places.

Looking around at other fishing spots, there were crowds of people everywhere. There were too many people who signed up, resulting in many fishing spots having to be fought over. The players who failed to grab a separate spot could only make do with being in the same area with others.

The audience seats were located slightly away from the stadium. After the game started, no one shouted or yelled, but instead either participated in the small games organized by the officials or sat quietly and chatted.

As time passed, cheers rose and fell, and many contestants began to have their first harvest, especially those in the best fishing spots.

Compared with their frequent cheers and frequent actions, there is a special person who is out of place in the field.

Jerry was sitting in a thinker's posture, motionless like a turtle. His face was serious, and his eyes were focused on the school of fish chasing and playing around his fishing hook and fishing line.

Jerry naturally saw the catches of other players, but on his side, the fish were running around everywhere, and no one even glanced at his bait.

"Is it possible that my bait is not to their taste?"

"Or are they full? They have no appetite for the time being?"

Continuing his focused posture, Jerry muttered to himself in a low voice.

Before he could finish his words, a big fish swam over, opened its big mouth and swallowed several small fish that were near the fishing line.

Jerry's eyes gleamed, he knew the highlight was coming, as long as he got this hook, all the other contestants' chances of taking the bait would be meaningless.

However, he watched the new big fish with great interest, staring at it for several hours without blinking, but found that the big fish didn't even pay attention to his bait.

Instead, he ate the other small fish and drove them away, resulting in no other fish near his hook.

"Fuck, do you despise my special smoked meat bait that tastes like stinky tofu?"

Seeing the referee loudly announcing how many minutes were left before the end of the game, Jerry glanced at the other contestants' gains, then looked at his own bucket, which was still empty, and cursed under his breath.

Then he suddenly thought, this is not possible, with his extraordinary skills and the super fast rod, he has never come up empty-handed!

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the fishhook seemed to have hooked something. It should be because the big fish that was still swimming around the fishing line stirred up the water flow, causing something to be hooked.

Jerry's eyes shone brightly. He didn't care what came up. He could lose the game but not the air force.

Just as he was about to pull up the rod, he discovered that the big fish had also taken a bite of the hook.

"No matter how cunning you are, you still have to drink my foot washing water!"

"Haha, come up!"

Jerry, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly burst into laughter, stood up, lifted the rod and reeled in the line in one go.

The surrounding contestants and audiences had already been pointing and talking about this handsome guy who had occupied the C position but gained nothing.

Suddenly he stood up, gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands and lifted it up with force.

Suddenly, a big fish shining with golden light jumped up and flew ashore as he moved, which looked particularly spectacular.

"Wow!"

"That, that is... an extremely rare harvest!"

"Could it be... that is..."

"No doubt about it, that is the legendary golden arowana!"

Seeing Jerry successfully throw a nearly five-meter-long fish onto the shore, which was twisting behind him, the audience in the audience shouted in surprise and admiration.

"Huh? What fish?"

Jerry, who had sharp ears, caught the sound of discussion coming from afar. He turned around and his eyes fell on the big fish that was still twisting on the ground, his face full of inexplicable confusion.