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Chapter 913: Chapter 913: Xie Xingchen, Can You Beat Him? Chapter 913: Chapter 913: Xie Xingchen, Can You Beat Him? The muscle-bound man took a look at Xie Xingchen, a flicker of barely perceptible disdain flashing in his eyes, but he said with a smile, “Better not try, since he’s your friend. I’d hate to hurt him, and that would make you unhappy. I don’t want you to be unhappy; I want you happy in the days to come after meeting me.”

He had seen Xie Xingchen fight those three thugs just now, but he thought that the thugs had been enfeebled by their indulgence in alcohol and lust, which was why they went down so easily.

Xie Xingchen had merely seized an opportunity, that was how he defeated the three of them. Perhaps, those thugs were even acting along with Xie Xingchen, all to highlight his heroic act of saving the damsel, thereby showing off his presence in front of the beauty.

Unfortunately for him, the beauty did not care to pay him any attention.

Ever since Lu Yanxi had walked into the bar, he had set his sights on her.

Standing at one meter ninety, he was tall and strong, and he did not fancy petite girls; he preferred tall ones.

Lu Yanxi had a tall and slender figure that was neither too fat nor too skinny, very attractive. Unlike other girls who dieted to the point of being skin and bones, her long legs shrouded in a short skirt and leather boots were white, delicate, and irresistibly sexy, making him salivate endlessly.

Tonight, no matter what, he was determined to conquer this beauty!

And the first step to conquering the beauty was to demonstrate his masculine charm, specifically by knocking down the pretty boy who was in the way.

Lu Yanxi had no idea what was twisting and turning in the muscle man’s mind; she thought his brawny build meant a simple mind, that he was a simple good guy!

Hearing the muscle man trying to lift her spirits with laughter, she began to feel better, then she turned to Xie Xingchen, “What do you think, can you beat him?”

Xie Xingchen glanced at the muscle man, his smile warm and innocuous, “Let’s give it a try.”

As a man, he saw right through the desire and scheming in the muscle man’s eyes.

Although his “good friend” relationship with Lu Yanxi was fake, her status as Lu Lingche’s cousin was real. Before Lu Lingche arrived, he naturally couldn’t let Lu Yanxi fall into the hands of a wild man.

Besides, for some inexplicable reason, he found this wild man quite an eyesore, and his hands were itching to teach him a lesson.

He stood up first, elegantly adjusting his suit and shirt, and then smiled as he gestured to the muscle man, “Come here, I’ll let you make three moves first.”

The muscle man laughed out of anger at his challenging demeanor, unable to hide a hint of ferocity on his face, “Don’t be too cocky, young man. Otherwise, it’ll look pretty bad when you lose miserably later on.”

Lu Yanxi had already pulled Qiao Yin to stand between the two of them, her eyes shining with excitement, “Come on, Big Muscles, let me see your strength!”

Qiao Yin looked at the excited Lu Yanxi, shaking her head helplessly.

If her guess was correct, Xie Xingchen was no ordinary person. If he could become friends with Lu Lingche, they likely shared life-and-death ties, and his strength was probably not far off from Lu Lingche’s.

Letting the muscle man take on Xie Xingchen was like setting a trap for him.

However, with Lu Yanxi so enthusiastic, Qiao Yin did not say much further. After all, Xie Xingchen was unlikely to suffer a loss, and a little competition wouldn’t hurt.

The muscle man, spurred on by Lu Yanxi’s crisp and pleasant voice, hesitated no longer, clenching his fist and swinging it toward Xie Xingchen’s face.

Xie Xingchen dodged to the side, avoiding the punch, but the muscle man quickly followed with two more swings.

Xie Xingchen easily dodged them as well.

Then, he smiled amiably at the muscle man, “Your three moves are over, it’s my turn now. Be careful!”

Before his words had even faded, his punch landed ferociously on the muscle man’s face.

The muscle man’s face distorted under his fist; he cried out in pain, falling straight back to the ground with a loud “bang.”