C818 His Life Was Not Meant to End

Another day passed.

It was the morning of the weekend.

Some people were still busy, but some people were leisurely.

In a high-class fishing area in the northern suburbs of Zhoumei City, a man in his fifties was fishing by the lake.

His fishing posture was very strange.

Most people would sit on a stool or a chair when fishing, but he was actually sitting cross-legged.

Furthermore