Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City-Chapter 415: Arm Wrestling

Liu Kun was slightly startled, and then he sized up Chen Fan a few times.

Could it be that this guy was living off a woman?

But judging by his appearance, he didn’t seem like the type who could be a kept man, especially not for such a beauty.

"Bro, don’t joke around. If you found such a gorgeous and capable girlfriend, how could you possibly be without a job?" Liu Kun asked tentatively.

Chen Fan said with a smile, "I’m not joking. I’m a bit lazy and don’t like to work."

His words weren’t false. Whether it was Qingfan Pharmaceuticals, the Tang Family’s assets, the Medicine Sect, or Zhong’s Investment, he had never put his heart into it; others had taken care of it for him.

The reason he didn’t care was naturally his laziness.

His daily cultivation alone took up most of his energy, and when he had a bit of free time, he preferred to relax and unwind.

Seeing Chen Fan say this, Liu Kun felt almost certain that Chen Fan was a man living off a woman, and a trace of barely detectable scorn flashed in his eyes.

A man who lives off a woman could win the favor of this beauty, yet I’m much more impressive than this guy. To snatch such a beauty from his hands shouldn’t be difficult at all.

Liu Kun’s face showed an excited smile. Su Qingyan was stunningly talented and beautiful. Just the sight of her tender skin incited an overwhelming urge to ravage her. If he could experience what it was like with such a top-tier beauty on this outing, it would be a big win.

"This beauty must not have been with many men; that’s how she was fooled by this freeloader. I’ve been with countless women, a real veteran of love. To outdo this freeloader will be child’s play." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Liu Kun thought to himself surreptitiously, then shifted his focus entirely to Su Qingyan, beginning to chat about everything under the sun.

As for Chen Fan, he was treated as part of the furnishings, just a man living off a woman, hardly worth paying attention to.

After gaining a better understanding, Liu Kun started thinking about how to win over Su Qingyan’s heart.

With his knowledge of women, he believed that as long as Su Qingyan realized he was much better than Chen Fan, the freeloader, she would naturally fall into his arms.

He gave Chen Fan a couple of glances, thinking Chen Fan looked rather frail compared to his own burly physique, practically a weakling. So, he asked Chen Fan with a smile, "Buddy, you don’t seem to be in very good shape. As it happens, I own a fitness company. How about I give you some pointers?"

Chen Fan smiled and replied, "I’m in pretty good shape."

Men know men best. He had already seen through Liu Kun’s intentions and knew the guy was after Su Qingyan.

However, he didn’t expose him, wanting to see what kind of tricks Liu Kun would play.

Upon hearing Chen Fan’s reply, Liu Kun sneered inwardly. He had planned to devalue Chen Fan if he had gone along with him, to make Su Qingyan despise him.

But now that Chen Fan claimed to be in good shape, it would be even easier to make a comparison.

No matter how good your physique is, can it be better than mine, a fitness fanatic? My fitness company was born out of my obsession with fitness!

Liu Kun’s face broke into a smile and he said, "Buddy, if you say so, I’ll have to teach you a lesson. After all, I run a fitness company; I can tell whether you’re in shape or not at a glance."

As he spoke, he took off the white suit he was wearing, and then his shirt, wearing only a tank top underneath, revealing his solid muscles. He also pridefully glanced at Su Qingyan, thinking to himself that she would be mesmerized by his powerful body, her heart racing and instantly falling for him.

Su Qingyan remained expressionless, thinking to herself what kind of person just strips off their clothes like that, truly lacking manners.

"See? This is what I call a perfect physique. Only with constant training can one achieve a body like mine. You think you have a good build, but that’s just an illusion. Once we compare, you’ll understand," Liu Kun said in a tone that suggested he was superior.

Chen Fan chuckled and replied, "That may not necessarily be the case. Some muscles are built just for looks and don’t necessarily equate to strength."

"That’s exactly the response I was hoping for," Liu Kun sneered and continued, "Since you’re so confident, why don’t we have a little competition? Let’s arm wrestle. I’ll show you whether my muscles are just for show or not."

Chen Fan nodded, "Sure, it’s boring just waiting anyways, let’s do it."

Qingyan, who was nearby, couldn’t help but laugh when she heard Liu Kun wanted to arm wrestle with Chen Fan. Then, with a teasing tone, she said, "Okay, you two go on and arm wrestle. I want to see who’s tougher."

Liu Kun thought Qingyan was attracted by his physique and wanted to witness his charm. Feeling exhilarated as if injected with chicken blood, he smiled and said, "Since you want a comparison, I won’t hold back. Just don’t blame me for not giving you face if you lose."

Then he glanced around and turned his head towards the other people in the compartment, shouting loudly, "Everyone, we’re all bored waiting here. My brother and I are planning to arm wrestle for a bit of excitement."

Having said that, he turned to Chen Fan and continued, "Let’s have the crowd judge, to make it fair and impartial. You don’t mind, do you?"

Actually, he wanted Chen Fan to embarrass himself in front of everyone, which would accelerate Qingyan’s disdain. Then, he thought, with a little maneuvering, he could win the beauty over.

Chen Fan, with a smile, shook his head, "I don’t mind."

The people in the carriage, upon hearing there was excitement to be seen, immediately gathered around.

Even the wealthiest people can’t escape their love for watching excitement.

They sized up Liu Kun, then turned their gaze to Chen Fan. Noticing the significant difference in physique between the two men, they all wore expressions of surprise.

"This young man doesn’t look like someone with much strength. Why would he think about arm wrestling with a muscle hunk?"

"Youngsters, they never want to lose. With a head full of steam, they don’t think they’re inferior to anyone. It’s normal."

"Haven’t you seen the beauty with him? If he chickened out, wouldn’t that be too embarrassing?"

"But wouldn’t it be even more embarrassing to lose this kind of challenge? And between the two of them arm wrestling, shouldn’t it be obvious who will win?"

"Hmm... you have a point. That guy really shouldn’t have agreed. Now that beauty’s impression of him is going to plummet."

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Listening to everyone almost certain that he would lose to him, Liu Kun’s face showed a smug smile. He settled in front of a relatively large table and looked toward Chen Fan, "Come on."

Chen Fan stood up and took a seat opposite him.

Liu Kun flexed his muscles, which were quite dazzling, then placed his elbow on the table, "I’ll let you use both hands, how about it?"

Chen Fan smiled lightly, "No need. One finger is enough for me."