And this yellow-colored Shooting Fish has a rather loud nickname, "Golden Anti-Aircraft Cannon."
"Heh, this isn't the common stuff you see on TV; it's a hybrid I've carefully bred. What's shot out from its barrel isn't a water jet, but the sword of a swordfish."
The Fisherman said proudly.
"Ha? Isn't that just the mouth of a swordfish?"
"Who said a mouth can't be shot out? You, kid, throw your hands and feet around all day, don't you?"
The Fisherman retorted.
"...Alright. You guys handle it; I'll sneak off for a bit."
Saying this, Liu Zheng ignored them, found another access to the sewer along the riverbank, and hid inside.
He hadn't even taken out his phone when 4399's call came through.
"Where are you?"
4399 asked right away.
"Someone claiming to be from the Criminal Investigation Bureau just showed up. I think they might be here to steal the credit, and I didn't want to clash with them head-on, so I hid in the sewer."
Liu Zheng replied.
"Describe his appearance."
