The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The weathered bamboo stalk made a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound in the sea breeze.

The curvature of the rod had exceeded the limits of physics, almost plunging the tip into the boiling seawater.

"Break! Break it now!"

Zhao Kuo stood to the side, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, muttering curses under his breath.

The imported carbon fiber rod in his hand, worth six figures, lay forlornly on the rock, like an abandoned fire poker.

Meanwhile, the rotten bamboo that Lin Mo had cut down from the back mountain was putting on a show called "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds".

"Trying to run away?"

Lin Mo walked barefoot on the slippery rocks, keeping his center of gravity extremely low.

His expression had long lost the languor he had when he was sleeping; instead, it displayed the calmness and focus of a hunter facing his prey.

It even carries a hint of wild, surging blood.

That underwater behemoth was like a mad bull, charging left and right, trying to snap that damned fishing line with brute force.

If it were Zhao Kuo, he probably would have panicked long ago, either pulling desperately and breaking the line, or being dragged into the water by the fish.

But Lin Mo is different.

His body seemed to have transformed into a highly elastic spring.

When the fish lurched to the left, he naturally steered it to the right.

As the fish dives downwards, he bends over and raises the rod.

Use the opponent's strength against them, and go with the flow.

This isn't fishing! This is clearly practicing Tai Chi on the turbulent sea!

Holy crap! Is this the legendary "fish-walking" technique? I'm stunned!

What is this bamboo made of? Is it made of iron? Why doesn't it break?

[The person upstairs doesn't understand, does they? This is old green bamboo from deep in the mountains, over three years old. Its toughness is even better than carbon fiber bamboo! Lin Mo is very particular about the materials he selects!]

[Zhao Kuo's face turned green, hahaha! He just said it was a bottom-fishing scheme!]

The spray on the sea surface grew larger and larger.

The giant creature seemed to sense the danger and began its final, desperate struggle.

"Buzz—!!!"

The shrill sound of the fishing line cutting through the water was like the whistle of death.

Jiang Ruoyun covered her mouth tightly, her heart pounding in her throat.

She looked at Lin Mo's taut arms, the bulging veins on his forehead, and the stray hairs stuck to his cheeks with sweat.

At this moment, Lin Mo's hormones were absolutely surging!

He's so much more handsome than the usual lazy bum who just lounges on the sofa complaining about being tired!

"Ten minutes have passed..."

The referee next to him looked at his watch, his voice trembling, "This fish's stamina is terrifying."

Zhao Kuo's expression grew increasingly grim.

He was still trying to comfort himself with that so-called "scientific theory":

"It's no use... the bamboo is about to reach its fatigue limit..."

"Plus that two-yuan roll of nylon thread, it definitely won't hold up..."

"If the fish exerts its strength just one more time, it will definitely break the line!"

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

The moment Zhao Kuo finished speaking.

The struggle underwater suddenly weakened.

That suffocating pull receded as quickly as the tide.

Feeling listless?

Lin Mo's lips curled into a cold, confident smile.

"Since you're tired, let's come up and see the sun."

He took a deep breath, his arm muscles bulged instantly, and he shouted:

"rise!!!"

Crash—!!!

Lin Mo suddenly leaned back and lifted the rod.

A huge whirlpool appeared on the sea surface.

Immediately afterwards, a massive, suffocating figure, like a submarine emerging from the water, slowly revealed its true form.

Its dark brown back is covered with cloud-like spots.

The huge fish mouth opened and closed, still spewing white foam.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the deep sea made everyone present gasp.

"Dragon... Gentian Grouper?!"

The photographer who had been filming almost dropped the camera into the sea because his hand trembled.

"My God! This is a wild gentian grouper?!"

"That size...it must weigh at least 30 or 40 pounds, right?!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

This is the king of groupers! The "excavator" of the sea!

Normally, the ones you see in the market weigh only a few kilograms, so this size of wild giant is practically a legend that you can only dream of!

[This is insane! Has Lin Mo stirred up a hornet's nest?!]

Zhao Kuo fished for Shi Jiugong, while Lin Mo fished for Shibanwang... Their names differ by only one character, how come there's such a huge difference?

[Catching fish worth tens of thousands of yuan with a broken bamboo stick? Even novels wouldn't dare write something like that!]

[This fish is probably more valuable than Zhao Kuo's equipment set, isn't it?]

The fish had surfaced, but had not yet come ashore.

This is a rocky area with a significant drop in elevation.

Moreover, Lin Mo didn't even bring a net because he was trying to slack off!

If you try to pull on a fish this big, the line will definitely break.

"Damn it! We didn't have a net!"

Jiang Ruoyun stamped her feet anxiously, wanting to reach out and pull it back, but afraid of making things worse. "Lin Mo! What do we do? It's going to run away!"

The fish's gills were throbbing, as if it were gathering its last strength to turn over and escape.

Zhao Kuo's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for turning defeat into victory:

"It's no use! You can't catch a fish this big without a landing net!"

"Brother Lin, it seems you're going to crash and burn at the last step! Hahahaha..."

His laughter hadn't even finished when it landed.

Then Lin Mo made a move that shocked everyone.

"No net?"

Lin Mo shoved the bamboo pole in his hand into Jiang Ruoyun's arms.

"Hold this for me!"

next second.

Pfft!

Without any hesitation.

Lin Mo jumped directly off the two-meter-high reef!

He was like a cannonball, plunging precisely into waist-deep seawater.

"Lin Mo!!" Jiang Ruoyun screamed in fright.

The seawater was icy cold, and the waves were still crashing against the rocks.

Lin Mo was soaked to the bone, his white vest clinging tightly to his body, outlining the lean, cheetah-like muscle lines that were usually hidden beneath his loose clothing.

He wiped the salt water off his face.

Facing that giant deep-sea monster that was still struggling to survive.

Lin Mo did not back down in the slightest.

He seized the opportunity and suddenly reached out.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

That long, powerful hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped the grouper's huge gill cover!

"Get me... up here!!"

Lin Mo exerted force with one arm, and the power that erupted in that instant was simply breathtaking.

Whoosh!

He actually managed to lift that huge fish, weighing several tens of kilograms, out of the water with just one hand!

Under the sunlight.

Water droplets slid down Lin Mo's sharply defined jawline.

He held a fish gill with one hand and wiped his hair with the other, standing in the waves, his eyes wild and unrestrained.

This scene.

Directly deified!

The female fans in the live stream went completely crazy, and the barrage was filled with "husband".

Even some male fans are commenting "Holy crap, a real man!"

Jiang Ruoyun stood on the shore, holding a bamboo pole, looking down at the man who was soaking wet and looked like a sea god.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

At this moment, all pretense of being a wealthy heiress and obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness can go to hell!

All she wanted to do was rush down and hug him!

"then!"

Lin Mo shouted and threw the fish onto the shore.

*Smack!*

A dull thud resounded.

The enormous gentian grouper crashed heavily onto the reef, its tail still slapping the ground with a loud "thud".

It's like slapping someone in the face.

Lin Mo scrambled ashore using both hands and feet, and casually wrung out his soaking wet clothes.

"Phew... I'm exhausted."

He reverted to his lazy demeanor, plopped down on the ground, and started panting heavily.

The referee rushed over with the electronic scale, his hands trembling.

"Come on, come on! Let's weigh it! Let's weigh it!"

The hook got caught in the fish's mouth.

Mention it.

The numbers on the electronic scale jumped wildly before finally settling.

The referee took a deep breath and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Nineteen kilograms!!"

"Thirty-eight jin!!"

"Record broken! This is the highest record in the history of our program!!"

The audience erupted in applause.

The production team was cheering; the footage was absolutely explosive!

And Zhao Kuo...

He stood alone outside the crowd.

He was still carrying the small bucket containing a few pieces of stone jujube.

Thirty-eight jin...

The fish in his bucket combined don't even weigh as much as someone else's single fish bladder.

Especially when looking at the imposing giant fish at Lin Mo's feet, and then at the few small, loach-like fish in his hand.

The shame that came from the depths of his soul made Zhao Kuo wish he could bury his head in the sand.

He silently and carefully closed the lid of the bucket tightly.

They were afraid that someone would see the "spoils of war" inside.

Please don't come any closer... please don't mention me...

Zhao Kuo prayed frantically in his heart.

However, what you fear most is what happens.

Lin Mo caught his breath and looked through the crowd, his gaze landing precisely on Zhao Kuo.

"Young Master Zhao?"

Lin Mo pointed to the large fish on the ground with a half-smile, "Look at this fish... could your six-figure fishing rod have caught it?"

"Oh right, what did you just say? You told me not to beg you to share the fish?"

Zhao Kuo: "..."

He felt his face was swollen and burning with pain.

"Um... cough cough..."

Zhao Kuo tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Luck...it was pure luck, we just ran into a school of fish..."

"luck?"

Lin Mo scoffed, too lazy to rub salt in the wound.

He turned his head and looked at the large grouper that was still twitching, but there was no ecstatic joy in his eyes like that of a fisherman who had won an honor.

Instead, it was a kind of... extremely pure, dry-rice-eating desire.

"director!"

Lin Mo suddenly shouted at the production team.

Stop grinning like an idiot.

He picked up a sharp stone from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes sharpened.

"Lend me a knife."

"Such good ingredients would be wasted if they died."

The director was taken aback: "Huh? What are you going to do?"

"what?"

Lin Mo pointed to the sea as if it were a matter of course, and then to the fish on the ground:

"Killed fresh, eaten fresh."

After saying that, he turned to look at Jiang Ruoyun, who was still staring blankly at the big fish, and snapped his fingers:

"Boss lady, don't just stand there."

"Go to the kitchen in Building A."

Lin Mo licked his slightly chapped lips, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Bring me that bottle of the best seafood soy sauce and that tube of hand-ground wasabi."

"Oh, and remember to bring a pair of chopsticks."

"Today we're having sashimi!"