Game Over

Qiao Lianhu and Kong Fang exchanged a glance.

The two of them turned to Su Yang and Liu Bo and asked, "Who's going first?"

Before Su Yang could speak, Liu Bo stood up and declared, "I'll go first!"

"Hold on," Su Yang grabbed Liu Bo and pulled him back down. "Maybe I should go first. If we lose this round, it's game over."

"Yang, don’t you know how strong I am?"

"It’s not about that. This isn’t a fight—it’s pure arm wrestling. Being good at fighting doesn’t mean you’re good at this."

Liu Bo smirked confidently. "Relax, Yang. If I lose, I swear I’ll never chase women again!"

"Damn, that’s harsh!"

"I’ve got this."

Seeing Liu Bo’s confidence, Su Yang didn’t press further.

"Fine, you go first. Then watch me finish them off."

"Heh, deal!"

"Decided yet?" Qiao Lianhu asked.

"Yeah, I’m up first."

"Alright, then your opponent is me."

The two sat facing each other. Qiao Lianhu looked at Liu Bo and said coolly, "Left or right?"

"Your call."

"Then right it is."

They locked hands, right hands gripping tight.

Zhao Rui stepped in as the referee, holding their hands with a grin. "Ready? Liu, if you lose this round, it’s over."

Liu Bo smirked. "No need to remind me. Let’s go."

"Alright, on three. Three, two, one!"

The moment the count ended, both men strained with all their might.

Veins bulged in their necks as shock flashed across their faces—neither had expected the other to be so strong.

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, locked onto Liu Bo, while the others watched in tense silence.

This round was critical. If Liu Bo lost, Su Yang’s side was done.

Liu Bo gritted his teeth, left hand gripping the table edge as he leaned his full weight into Qiao Lianhu.

Qiao Lianhu refused to yield, using his own bulk to push back.

But their strength was evenly matched. Liu Bo had been confident, yet he never imagined his opponent would be this tough.

Back in the army, arm wrestling had been a pastime. He’d been the undisputed champion of his unit, even beating guys heavier than Qiao Lianhu with ease.

But now, he was deadlocked.

His jaw clenched. He’d made a bold claim—no more women if he lost. Though it was just talk, the embarrassment would be unbearable. With a final surge, he poured every ounce of strength into his arm.

And with that, Liu Bo forced Qiao Lianhu’s hand down—just a fraction.

Meng Wenzhou’s heart raced. He hadn’t expected Qiao Lianhu to hold out this long. Only when Liu Bo started gaining ground did he relax.

"Come on!!" Liu Bo growled, his entire body trembling with effort.

Qiao Lianhu’s wrist was now tilted downward, and a comeback seemed unlikely.

"Push harder, man!!" Zhao Rui cheered, hoping for a 2-0 sweep so Kong Fang wouldn’t even need to step in.

But it looked like Qiao Lianhu was about to lose.

Xia Li lounged on the sofa, watching impassively, thoughts unreadable.

The four girls stared wide-eyed, fixated on Liu Bo’s hand.

Only Pan Ning seemed indifferent, glancing briefly at the start before returning to his phone.

Another ten seconds passed, and Liu Bo’s advantage grew. Barring a miracle, Qiao Lianhu would crack soon.

"Go, big guy!" Han Xiaoyu and Xia Keke suddenly cheered.

The girls’ voices jolted Liu Bo like a shot of adrenaline.

With a roar, he twisted his head and shouted, "Hah! Down you go!"

Slap!

Qiao Lianhu’s hand hit the table.

"Whoa!! Big guy’s a beast!"

"We won!!"

Liu Bo exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from his brow as he grinned at the group. "You guys could’ve cheered sooner, you know. Would’ve ended this faster."

He turned to Qiao Lianhu. "Man, you’re the toughest I’ve faced in years. You’re strong—losing to me’s no shame."

Qiao Lianhu sighed. "A loss is a loss. No excuses." He moved aside.

Zhao Rui gritted his teeth, downing a shot of liquor.

"One-all. Next round."

Kong Fang took the center seat, locking eyes with Su Yang.

"Your turn. Make it quick."

Su Yang grinned. "Quick, huh?"

"Yeah. If you last three seconds, I’ll count it as my loss."

"Oho? That cocky?" Su Yang chuckled, sitting opposite him.

"I’ve got the skills to back it up."

"Alright, let’s see those skills."

They clasped right hands.

Liu Bo resumed referee duty.

"Grip tight, thumbs aligned. I’ll count down."

"Just start," Kong Fang said flatly.

"Got it. Yang, it’s on you," Liu Bo nodded.

Su Yang smiled. "No worries."

Kong Fang scoffed.

"Ready. Three, two, one—"

Slap!!

The crisp sound of a hand hitting the table echoed.

Silence.

Su Yang stood, looking down at the stunned Kong Fang. "Game over!"

"What just happened?" Zhao Rui blinked.

He stared at Kong Fang’s still-outstretched hand. "You… lost?"

Kong Fang flushed, recalling his earlier boast. "I… lost."

"Bullshit!! How?!" Zhao Rui exploded, drawing stares from nearby tables.

Su Yang’s eyes narrowed. "Zhao, it’s just arm wrestling. No need to lose your cool."

Xia Li tugged at Zhao Rui’s sleeve. He took a deep breath, forcing composure.

"My apologies. I just… didn’t expect my man to lose."

"Part of life. There’s always someone better," Meng Wenzhou said calmly, though inwardly thrilled. He hadn’t expected Su Yang to crush Kong Fang so effortlessly.

"Fine. We lost. Drinking, right? Let’s finish these bottles!" Zhao Rui grabbed one and chugged.

Kong Fang followed suit, gulping down his drink.

Su Yang shook his head. What an idiot. How’s this guy a company GM?