The scarred fisherman coughed, cleared his throat and said, "Brother, the call is urgent."

The old man in gray clothes didn't even raise his eyes, but simply responded: "Say!"

The scarred fisherman stepped forward and lowered his voice to the old man in gray:

"More than three hundred Tang clan nephews will gather in Hengcheng in the next two days."

"Chen Yuanyuan will also arrive in Hengcheng at five o'clock in the afternoon."

He added: "Tang Huangpu and the others also worked hard to sneak in."

The old man in gray clothes had no mood swings and still said calmly: "Where is he?"

The scarred fisherman exhaled a long breath: "The condition has worsened, so we will close the door and thank guests."

"The rain is coming and the wind is blowing all over the building."

The old man in gray clothes suddenly sneered: "It's just the right time to come."

"Because the more windy and rainy it is, the easier it is to catch big fish."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the fishing rod next to him.

With a crash, a fish rolled and flew out of the sea, and then fell on the deck.

Jumping alive and kicking.

Big and fat.

The Scar fisherman rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward to hold down the big fish: "Brother, it's a sea catfish."

The old man in gray threw the fishing rod and said calmly:
Chapter completed!