The atmosphere in the room immediately improved after Ning Beichen let the matter drop. Fang Qing's interest in him had now reached one hundred percent.
This was mainly because she had failed to deal with Ning Beichen so many times. While feeling very frustrated, she had also developed a strong curiosity about him.
"That Thai champion from the thirteenth session was defeated by Ning Beichen with a single punch. He was completely useless, a total waste. He bragged to me about how strong he was, but Ning Beichen is much stronger. If Ning Beichen went to Thailand, that thirteenth session champion probably wouldn't even get a chance."
Fang Qing pouted, her cheeks puffed out, expressing her dissatisfaction with the Thai fighter.
Ning Beichen was speechless. It wasn't that the Thai fighter wasn't strong, but rather that they were not on the same level. Comparing a kindergarten child to an adult would naturally result in a disparity.
To put it arrogantly, Ning Beichen could defeat a hundred such champions in a row without even breaking a sweat.
"Ning Beichen, are you some kind of super, super, super expert?"
Fang Qing moved closer to Ning Beichen, looking at him like a devoted fan and asking in an adoring tone. She had met many powerful men, but none had ever been as formidable as Ning Beichen.
The God of Cars was defeated by him, those thugs were defeated by him, the Karate master was defeated by him, and now even the thirteenth-session Muay Thai champion from Thailand was defeated by him.
Seeing how powerful Ning Beichen was, Fang Qing's thoughts began to stir. After all, defeating a man didn't always require fists; other methods could be used.
For example... conquering him, making him kneel at her feet, or turning him into her devoted admirer, at which point he would do whatever she wanted.
"I am not."
Ning Beichen replied.
"Ning Beichen, you are too modest. There are very few men as humble as you these days."
At this moment, Fang Qing moved even closer to Ning Beichen. She might not be good at fighting, but she was quite experienced when it came to seducing a man.
Ning Beichen had no idea what she was planning.
Seeing her enthusiasm, he didn't want to seem cold.
"You flatter me. I am just an ordinary person. I didn't do well in school when I was young, so I learned to fight. That's why I'm better at fighting than most people."
Ning Beichen was speaking casually, but it wasn't entirely untrue. If one were to be precise, he had indeed started training from a young age.
"No wonder your physique is so robust."
Fang Qing once again moved closer to Ning Beichen, deliberately and casually hiking up her skirt to reveal her long, fair legs clad in high heels.
However, she was disappointed that Ning Beichen didn't even glance at her, as if she were invisible. Fang Qing felt like a failure.
But she had a resilient personality and didn't give up because of this failed attempt to seduce Ning Beichen. Instead, it further ignited her competitive spirit.
She spotted a drink on the table and immediately had an idea.
She pretended to pick up a drink from the table, then pretended to lose her balance, and lunged at Ning Beichen with the drink.
But the scenario she had envisioned did not happen. As she feigned a slip and fall, Ning Beichen, with lightning speed, "gallantly" steadied her with one hand.
And the cup of drink lunging at him was flicked by Ning Beichen's finger, sending it flying into the air. The cup, along with the drink, spun around in Ning Beichen's hand like a skilled performer, not a single drop spilling out.
"Be careful."
Ning Beichen gently pushed Fang Qing's shoulder with the back of his hand, and she stood firmly in place. Even if she wanted to fall deliberately, she had no opportunity, which made her stomp her foot in frustration.
Following this, she tried several other tactics, such as deliberately exposing herself in front of Ning Beichen by bending over, or deliberately brushing against him. But none of them were effective.
"Are you even a man? I've been this forward, and you're not making a move."
Fang Qing cursed Ning Beichen as a blockhead in her heart.
Her actions did not escape Liu Yilin's notice, causing Liu Yilin's expression to turn unpleasant. She quickly pulled Fang Qing over to her and made her sit beside her.
While Ning Beichen went to the restroom, Fang Qing immediately whispered to Liu Yilin.
"Liu the rich woman, I've thought of another way to deal with Ning Beichen."
"Fang Qing, you're crazy! I beg you, don't do this anymore. You can't defeat Ning Beichen."
Liu Yilin, startled, quickly grabbed her arm and said.
"No, no, no, this time I won't find anyone else to deal with him."
Liu Yilin had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Fang Qing whisper in her ear.
"Liu the rich woman, this time I'm prepared to sacrifice myself and go in person. Aren't you very touched!"
Liu Yilin was stunned for a full three seconds upon hearing this, and then wished she could punch her.
Touched? What was there to be touched about!
Although Fang Qing was her good friend, hearing her say she was going to seduce Ning Beichen, Liu Yilin inexplicably felt a sense of unease.
"No!"
Liu Yilin blurted out without even thinking.
However, Fang Qing completely disregarded her, already conceiving countless ways to seduce Ning Beichen in her mind, leaving Liu Yilin anxious and angry.
"Why not? Liu the rich woman, are you afraid I'll be taken advantage of?"
"Don't worry, I won't be. Besides, we're both single, it's all above board, and it's not like we're doing anything wrong. And this Ning Beichen is also quite good, he knows martial arts. Look at those taut muscles on him..."
Seeing her good friend looking as if she was about to drool, Liu Yilin felt utterly speechless. However, she had no reason to stop her and could only worry.
At this moment.
Ning Beichen was washing his hands after using the restroom. Beside him, another man, with white bandages wrapped around his head, was also washing his hands. He looked like an Indian.
"Hello."
The man who looked Indian smiled at Ning Beichen and greeted him in a voice tinged with a curry accent.
"Hello."
Ning Beichen politely responded.
However, at that very moment, the Indian man threw a punch at Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen's hands were still in the sink. He had no way of anticipating that this presumed Indian would suddenly attack him, especially while smiling and greeting him.
But Ning Beichen was Ning Beichen. He immediately parried with his elbow, intending to block the attack from the presumed Indian.
However, the Indian man's arm twisted like dough, bending unnaturally mid-air. His fist bypassed Ning Beichen's elbow and struck Ning Beichen's left chest.