"Quack?"
Two dopey Yangtze crocodiles lay in the bucket, making strange noises when Ansheng approached before staying motionless inside the bucket.
"Whose farm pond has burst? Why are there so many Yangtze crocodiles here at Changping Mountain?"
Seeing the two non-aggressive dopey crocs, Ansheng's expression turned dark, and he blurted out a complaint instinctively.
Counting these two, Ah Qing had already caught nearly ten Yangtze crocodiles here at Changping Mountain.
For such a number of Yangtze crocodiles, it's already unlikely they escaped from a farm; they might have been dumped in the river after a farm closed down, or a pond burst, leading to such an overflow of crocodiles.
"Don't know if these dopes can be put in a fishing scenic area to act cute...."
Ansheng scratched his head and looked at the two "quacking" dopey Yangtze crocodiles in the red bucket.
"Fuck your mother!"
While Ansheng was pondering, the anglers by the riverbank had already boiled over.
