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166: Chapter 166: Strong Punishment 166: Chapter 166: Strong Punishment After seeing the system’s prompt, Yue Feng felt a chill down his spine, “Mold God Possession”?

That punishment is a bit harsh!

The advanced challenge tasks directly unlocked privilege-type rewards, which were much stronger than mere Points.

Now, Yue Feng basically had at least several thousand viewers for each broadcast, and by the end of the live stream, he would have at least a five-figure Point reward.

For Yue Feng, what he most urgently needed was not Points but these privilege unlocks, but the system’s privilege unlocking channels were scarce, only likely to be rewarded through more difficult tasks.

After completing the task, Yue Feng watched the system’s automatically edited highlight reel from beginning to end, and after confirming there were no flaws, he uploaded it with a single click, waiting for approval before officially releasing it.

As flowers bloom, each branch shows its splendor.

Although Yue Feng felt good after winning the fishing competition, Zhao Dezong and his group were now utterly dejected.

They had thought the competition was as easy as twisting off snails with their fingers, a sure win, but they unexpectedly lost.

If their side had made a major mistake, everyone could have accepted it, but they had been neck and neck from start to finish, and losing in the end was a huge blow to the always prideful Zhou Tao.

Zhou Tao and the others left the fishing ground and returned to Zhao Dezong’s fishing gear shop, which served as their headquarters, all of them in low spirits, not speaking a word.

“Today’s fishing was really weird.

It seemed like we were doing well, but how did we end up losing so confusingly?” The Monkey tried to break the oppressive silence with some chatter.

“It must be the doughballs with strong fish attractant.

They do attract fish quickly, sure, but they bring in nothing but small Carp.

Damn, it’s like capsizing in a damn ditch.

It’s so frustrating!” Zhou Tao said bitterly.

Zhao Dezong glanced at Zhou Tao, who was looking thoroughly miserable with his head down, and consoled him, “Forget it, Taozi.

A loss is a loss!

There’s no general who wins constantly!

We’ll win it back next time.

I’ll help you sort out the broken rod section at cost, okay?”

Zhou Tao didn’t even lift his head, he sullenly gulped down two mouthfuls of tea and said in a deep voice, “Forget the rod!”

If it were an ordinary domestic rod, nobody would have felt much heartache over saying ‘forget it,’ but this was a Gamma Speed Fight rod worth five to six thousand yuan, an object of envy and aspiration for countless Fishermen, and only the second section was broken; the rest was fine.

Saying ‘forget it’ was kind of wasteful.

“We accept the loss, but the rod can’t be thrown away!

That’s a lot of money!

Even if you don’t want it anymore, you can have the section repaired and sell it secondhand to someone else.

We shouldn’t be so rash with money!” Zhao Dezong tried to persuade him again.

“Whatever, I’m done with it all!

Where’s Li Zi?

Why didn’t he come with us?”

“I don’t know.

I’ll give him a call!”

On the other end of the phone, Li Cungen was sweating profusely trying to start the car.

Zhou Tao had taken up for him and lost the competition, leaving without packing up his gear, so as the person involved, although it was embarrassing, Li Cungen had to tough it out, tidy up Zhou Tao’s gear a bit after everyone had dispersed from the fishing ground.

Not long after hitting the road, the car mysteriously stalled—a problem that almost never happens with these seven-figure priced big G’s, but oddly enough it just stalled and no matter what he tried, it wouldn’t start up again.

Already depressed from the loss at the fishing competition, this sent him straight into cursing!

Feeling too embarrassed to call friends for help after the competition loss, Li Cungen contacted roadside assistance directly.

As a VIP customer, professional staff quickly arrived at the scene, and after a simple inquiry about the situation, Li Cungen replied truthfully.

The mechanic casually tried starting the car and got it running on the first try.

Now, the mechanic gave Li Cungen a funny look; this rich kid didn’t seem like an idiot.

The car started fine, calling for help after overeating, as if he was trying to have a bit of fun at their expense.

“It’s all good, buddy!

Go give it a try!” the rescue technician said, forcing a smile to hide his irritation.

Li Cungen climbed into the driver’s seat, hit the gas, and the car started running powerfully again.

Just as the problem seemed to be solved and the technician drove away, Li Cungen made it less than five hundred meters before the engine died again!

This time it was even more of a pain in the ass.

The car stopped bang in the middle of the T-intersection, blocking traffic.

No matter how Li Cungen tried to start it, there wasn’t a sign of life from the engine!

Fuck!

When you’re out of luck, even drinking water can choke you!

Li Cungen cursed and called for help again.

The driver had already passed several intersections when he got the call that the car had stalled again, so he turned around and came back.

Although the intersection where Li Cungen had stopped wasn’t a main road, it was rush hour, and his car was causing a traffic jam.

The intersection that was normally easy to navigate was now backed up for dozens of meters, with the constant honking from the cars behind rattling Li Cungen.

In less than five minutes, the technician arrived back at the scene.

After realizing it was the same problem, he climbed back into the cab, started the car, and it fired up smoothly without any hint of an issue.

“Dude, the car starts right up at the turn of a key.

Are you playing games with us?” the exhausted technician asked irritably after having run back and forth twice.

“Fuck!

As if I’ve nothing better to do than to mess with you guys!” Li Cungen cursed under his breath.

He turned off the car and started it again, attempting to prove that what he’d told them on the phone was true.

But in front of the technician, the car started without a hitch—over and over again, it turned on and off without a single problem, as if the earlier issue had never happened.

“Great, money talks!

You sure it’s all right now?

I haven’t had a meal yet, can you let me off this once?” the technician pleaded.

“Get lost, get lost, get lost!

If it dies again, I’m done with the car and won’t bother you again!” Li Cungen said agitatedly, waving him off, hitting the gas, and driving away.

Strangely enough, once he was on the road again, the car never stalled.

He arrived safely at Zhao’s fishing gear shop.

After losing their battle, Zhao Dezong and his buddies weren’t in the mood for dining out.

They ordered takeout and settled for a meal in the shop.

The food hadn’t arrived yet when Li Cungen finally made it back, almost an hour later than everyone else.

“What happened, Boss Li?

We thought you got lost!” Zhao casually asked.

Li Cungen grabbed the teapot and poured himself a cup of water, gulping it down greedily.

Before he could speak, he began coughing violently, almost unable to catch his breath.

After several minutes of commotion, with people patting his back and rubbing his chest, they finally managed to “rescue” Li Cungen!