HDRDTH -Chapter 66 Master Yu vs Wang Fei! The Entire Internet Livestreams the Battle!

“Old Shen, make it quick, I’m changing the fish’s water.”

Yu Xian held the phone between his shoulder and ear, absentmindedly picking his ear while squatting by the villa pool, watching the giant black carp.

On the other end, Shen Zhian was shouting loudly.

“Mr. Yu! The provincial department agreed! The reservoir behind the mountain is yours now! But it’s too big, so for approval they’ve labeled it the ‘Jiangcheng Youth Fishing Training Base.’ When you’re free, just go take a look and casually deal with those students…”

“Label it whatever you want.”

Yu Xian didn’t care at all.

As long as he got the fishing spot, he’d even be fine if they held daily morning exercises for students by the water.

He hung up, looked at his trophy fish for two seconds—then someone arrived behind him.

“Mr. Yu.”

Wang Fei had changed into casual homewear from Su Wanyi and directly held out her hand.

“The statement has been released, and Xinghuang Entertainment has admitted fault. Now give me the song. Once I get it, I’ll leave immediately.”

Yu Xian turned around, staring at this diva who had been playing in the mud last night, and felt a headache coming on.

“Which part of what I said implied I was writing you a song?”

Wang Fei froze.

“Hey, Master Yu!”

Qin Yue jumped in anxiously, waving her hands.

“The whole internet already thinks you’re producing Sister Fei’s new song! If you back out now, the internet’s spit alone could drown us!”

Wang Dafu also joined in.

“Dad, she’s a superstar! If you don’t deliver, fans will tear down our gate tomorrow!”

Su Wanyi added gently, “Xiao Yu, you should keep your promises. Otherwise, how will Xixi face people in the future?”

Even little Su Xi stepped forward, eyes teary.

“Uncle Yu… I like Sister Fei. Please help her…”

Wang Fei nodded at everyone, then dropped her final move:

“Master Yu, if you agree, I’ll recognize Su Xi as my god-sister.”

A perfect combo attack. No openings.

Even Yu Xian was momentarily stuck.

If someone could take Su Xi into the entertainment industry, that would save him a ton of trouble.

But he couldn’t agree too easily.

He glanced at the fish in the pool.

“Want the song? Fine. Let’s compete.”

He pointed at the black carp, chin lifted provocatively.

“Fishing competition.”

He raised his bandaged hand.

“2 PM today, mountain reservoir. One rod each, three hours. Whoever catches bigger and more fish wins. If you win, I’ll give you the song—lyrics and composition. If you lose, leave immediately and don’t mention my name online again.”

Qin Yue rolled her eyes hard.

“You want a diva to compete in fishing? Are you serious?!”

“If you’re scared, go out the door and turn right. No one’s stopping you.”

Yu Xian shrugged shamelessly.

Wang Fei replied instantly:

“Deal.”

Then she immediately sent a message to her agent:

[Quick! 2 PM, mountain reservoir. Get four professional divers. Prepare big fish and small fish. Hook big fish on my rod, small fish on Yu Xian’s. Make sure he loses badly. Mark my hook clearly so they don’t mix it up. Double the price. Sign confidentiality agreements!]

2 PM — Mountain Reservoir

Yu Xian thought it would be an easy stomp.

But when he pushed open the gate carrying his rod, he froze.

The hillside had turned into a chaotic marketplace.

Reporters with cameras everywhere.

And four bizarre groups of spectators.

Closest to the water: a group of deeply tanned fishing enthusiasts, fully equipped.

Leading them was a muscular man wearing “Jiangcheng Air Force Headquarters” on his shirt.

They stared at Yu Xian like he was a god of fishing, barely daring to breathe.

Next to them: a team of criminal investigators.

Dark jackets, stern expressions, evidence bags, tape lines.

Even bomb disposal experts and an ambulance were on standby.

It looked less like a fishing match and more like a crime scene waiting to happen.

Beside them stood tech experts in plaid shirts, recording data like mad scientists.

At the back, archaeologists were sweating profusely, terrified he might pull up a sunken Ming Dynasty shipwreck.

Above them, a helicopter circled for live broadcast.

The host shouted into a microphone:

“Viewers! Poll time! What will Master Yu catch today? A: Rare treasure, B: Legendary song, C: Historic scandal!”

Even crazier—stalls lined the hillside.

“Fresh buns! Master Yu’s ‘No-Skunk’ meat buns—50 yuan each!”

Another stall:

“High-pressure cooker valve—‘Shanhe Tu’ soul resonance device! Wear it and you’re Jiangcheng’s coolest girl!”

Someone even sold flip-flops:

“Master Yu’s battle sandals! Wear them and submarines will avoid you!”

Yu Xian’s face darkened.

“Wang Dafu… I definitely didn’t check the almanac today.”

Wang Fei was already seated at her fishing spot, wearing a black jacket and sunglasses.

“Mr. Yu, I bought everything ready-made. Can we start?”

“Trying to make me lose? Dream on.”

Yu Xian sat down and swung his rod hard.

A heavy iron lure whistled through the air and slammed into the lake center.

Underwater, four divers were hiding behind rocks, struggling.

“Boss said: check the marked hook carefully. Big fish for her, small fish for him. Don’t mess it up.”

Suddenly—

BOOM!

A massive lure smashed into the water like a steel plate, sending shockwaves through the lake.

The divers were blasted off balance.

“What the hell?! That lure’s trying to crack the lake bottom!”

They barely recovered, still holding fish, hearts pounding.

Then—

Yu Xian’s fishing line suddenly went completely taut.

The titanium rod bent into a terrifying U-shape.

On shore, the entire crowd—criminal experts, archaeologists, everyone—exploded and rushed forward.

The reel screamed like it was dying.

Yu Xian’s eyes sharpened.

This wasn’t a fish.

It was heavy. Dead heavy.

With something sticky and wrong about it.

“Again? Seriously?!”

He planted his feet deep into the mud, his bandaged hand already bleeding faintly.

He roared toward the water:

“Today I refuse to believe in this nonsense! Whatever’s down there—GET UP HERE!”