Jiangning City, a large black hole in the western suburbs.
The sun was scorching in the sky and the temperature was as high as thirty-eight degrees. The heat wave on the water almost distorted the air, and even the willow trees beside the pond wilted and hung their heads.
In this fishing position that was comparable to a steamer, Jiang Yuan wore a straw hat that had been washed white, staring at the motionless nano-lead float on the water, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
He has been sitting here for three days and nights.
For seventy-two hours, except for filling the water and grabbing a few mouthfuls of instant noodles, his hand never left this ancestral carbon pole.
