"Is it really a big one? What do you need us to do? Don't hesitate to ask!" Old Wu hurried over, eager to help Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang kept his eyes fixed on the situation underwater and whispered, "Clear the washbasin and clutter nearby. If this big one exerts its strength, we won't be able to hold it!"
Where there are fish, there are commands. Upon hearing Zhang Yang's request for help with tidying, Old Wu felt no reluctance at all and swiftly cleared away all the bottles, bait buckets, and other items around the fishing spot.
Looking over at Zhang Yang's current situation, he was clutching the fishing rod tightly in his hands. The rod was already bent into a large arc; the fish hadn't moved yet, but it was exerting immense pressure on Zhang Yang.
In this way, the standoff between person and fish continued, with Zhang Yang understanding the tough opponent he faced, so he dared not act rashly, choosing instead to patiently wait for the big fish to make the first move.
