"This is for Master Lin, for convenience," the captain said as he pushed the throttle to the max and handed a walkie-talkie to Li Xiaopeng.
The yacht was eleven meters in length, and when going at full speed, the conversation between Lin Yang and the captain was not very clear. Having another walkie-talkie made communication much easier.
Of course, the walkie-talkie was said to be for Lin Yang, but in reality, it was for Li Xiaopeng to stay by his side to relay messages; after all, Lin Yang needed to concentrate on fishing.
Li Xiaopeng took the walkie-talkie and came next to Lin Yang. He then saw the fishing line extending out from the fishing rod in Lin Yang's hand had swerved slightly to the right of straight ahead.
"Captain, turn to one o'clock!"
The fish was changing its direction of escape, and Lin Yang hurriedly informed the captain to adjust the course accordingly.
"Cousin, how's it going?"
"Huh... it's not looking good."
