Five minutes later, the twelve contestants began selecting their fishing spots in the order of their assigned numbers.
Han Qiwu stood on a nearby stone stump, tiptoeing to survey the area. He spotted a fishing spot with a lot of bubbles, grabbed his portable fishing chair, and plopped down decisively.
What he didn't expect was for the short-statured Xiao Lin, contestant number two, to walk over without hesitation and place his fishing kit at the spot next to his. The two spots were only three meters apart.
Sitting on his fishing box, Xiao Lin coolly declared to Han Qiwu, "Nothing can stop me from winning Shadow. Not even you."
Hearing his voice, Han Qiwu couldn't help but chuckle.
What was up with this Xiao Lin? Why did his voice sound so childish?
Judging by the voice, he couldn't be very old.
Ah, youthful arrogance—understandable.
