Chapter 388: Mr. Wang, Don’t Be Arrogant!

Wang Yun glanced at Brother Hu and Xiao Gang, who were looking sly, then shifted his gaze to Xiong Sheng.

The man looked like he was about to cry.

Wang Yun couldn’t have been more pleased. He wasn’t some saint. Just because this guy was struggling didn’t mean he was going to step in and help.

Just as Wang Yun was enjoying the show, a sharp snapping sound suddenly came from Xiong Sheng’s wrist.

Immediately after, a cry of pain burst from his mouth.

“Ahh! My hand!”

Xiong Sheng’s face twisted in agony. His wrist was dislocated.

“W-Wang… Mr. Wang! Help me!”

This time, Xiong Sheng couldn’t take it anymore. He called out to Wang Yun in desperation.

Wang Yun noticed that even with his wrist dislocated, the guy still refused to let go of the fishing rod.

He raised an eyebrow.

At least he’s got some professional integrity.

“Oh dear! I got you. Let go, Mr. Xiong, what happened to you?”

Putting on a concerned expression, Wang Yun hurried forward and grabbed the fishing rod with both hands.

The moment he took hold of it, Xiong Sheng let go. He collapsed onto the deck with a heavy fall.

“Mr. Xiong, what happened?”

Seeing that their boss had already given Xiong Sheng a way out, Brother Hu and Xiao Gang dropped their grudges and rushed over as well.

They reached out, about to help Wang Yun hold onto the rod, but Wang Yun waved them off.

“No need, I’ve got this. You two check on Mr. Xiong instead. He looks like he’s in a lot of pain.”

Although his arms were already straining under the weight of the fish, his tone carried a heavy layer of mockery.

This was just who he was.

If someone crossed him, he wouldn’t necessarily strike back outright—but he’d make damn sure they felt miserable about it.

Xiong Sheng sat on the ground, his face twisted in pain, but the guy was tough. Without wasting a second on Wang Yun’s words, he grabbed his own wrist, clenched his teeth and yanked hard.

Crack!

With a sharp pop, his dislocated wrist snapped back into place.

“Hahh…hahh… I’m fine. My wrist just popped out. Happens all the time after years of fishing.” Xiong Sheng panted, soaked in sweat.

The sweat was dripping from his forehead—clear as day. Even though it was early autumn—and they were standing on the open sea, where the winds were sharp and biting. Yet his entire back was drenched, his windbreaker sticking to his skin.

“Dislocated, huh? Mr. Xiong, how did that happen? We told you the fish is huge.” Brother Hu, standing off to the side, spoke with a face full of concern.

“If that’s the case, you shouldn’t push yourself to demonstrate anymore. Just rest and give us instructions from behind. We need to focus on reeling this thing in,” Xiao Gang urged impatiently.

He couldn’t care less about Xiong Sheng’s wrist.

What mattered was that his boss was currently gritting his teeth, fighting to hold onto that rod.

At Xiao Gang’s words, a dark look flashed across Xiong Sheng’s face.

Damn it.

Of all the rotten luck—he just had to run into these three.

If not for the fact that they hooked a Nian Swallow Fish tonight, he would’ve made sure these three got what was coming to them.

“Fine. Mr. Wang, follow my instructions. Shift your weight and—”

Xiong Sheng swallowed his anger and had just begun giving directions, but before he could finish Wang Yun cut him off.

“I know how to fish. No need for your coaching, Mr. Xiong. Just sit back and watch.”

With that, Wang Yun turned and flashed him a smooth, confident smile.

It was a carefree smile—yet, at the same time, his body was being rocked left and right by the force of the fish in the water.

But his legs?

His stance was as solid as a boulder. Not even a hint of struggle.

“Mr. Wang, I’ll say it again, fishing is nothing like filming a reality show. Do you even know what kind of fish you’ve hooked? This is a Nian Swallow Fish. It’s so rare that even one in an entire year is considered a stroke of luck. It’s aggressive, it’s powerful, and its meat is incredibly firm! A single ounce of this fish is worth thousands! You can’t just brute force your way through this!”

Xiong Sheng was furious.

On top of his still-aching hands and the humiliation of falling flat on his ass earlier, the final straw was when Brother Hu and Xiao Gang, who had just been ‘too weak to help,’ completely ignored him and ran over to assist Wang Yun instead.

They didn’t even spare him a glance.

All these emotions piled up and finally, Xiong Sheng snapped.

His voice turned cold and stiff, and the disdain in his words was now completely undisguised.

If before he had been acting, then this time he didn’t even bother.

Huh?

Wang Yun was still exerting himself, struggling against the fish.

And this guy?

Not only was he refusing to help, but he was also standing there running his damn mouth? Did he already forget who just saved his ass?!

Wang Yun rolled his eyes and his expression darkened instantly. He was done playing nice.

“Mr. Xiong, are you trying to teach me how to do my job?”

His tone dropped, cold and sharp.

At the same time, a cold sea wind suddenly blew past, sending a chill through everyone’s bones. Even Xiong Sheng shuddered slightly.

But he was pissed off too.

After all, he was still a well-known figure—at least within the fishing world, he was a top-tier expert.

When had he ever lost face like this, in front of a bunch of newbies?!

“That’s right! Mr. Wang, you should learn some humility. If you’re bad at something, don’t be so arrogant.”

Xiong Sheng lifted his chin like a puffed-up rooster, his voice challenging as he glared directly at Wang Yun.

“Arrogant?” Wang Yun sneered. “Right back at you.”