Chapter 584: Chapter 584

At that moment, a man from Country T, dressed in international designer brands, approached with a grin. "Little Jing, you lost. Now you can be my girlfriend, right?"

"Who said I lost? Isn't there one more round?" the girl pouted as she spoke.

The young man from Country T said with full confidence, "Little Jing, there's no need to compete any further. Your Chinese martial arts are no match. Just be my girlfriend."

"Who says it's no match? We'll have another match tomorrow. If the Chinese fighter loses, I, Pan Jing, will be your girlfriend. But if you lose, stop pestering me," the girl huffed.

The man from Country T scoffed, "Little Jing, why bother? Your Chinese martial arts are simply no match for our Muay Thai."

"That's not necessarily true. I have a master right here who will fight for me in three days," Pan Jing said, indicating Lin Chen.

"He is a master?" The man from Country T glanced at Lin Chen with disdain.

"Well, in three days, I'll have Sang Thai turn him into a pig's head." Saying this, the man from Country T strode away with an aggressive air.

Lin Chen looked on, utterly baffled, feeling like he had been caught in the crossfire while lying down.

"Beauty, when did I agree to help you fight in a boxing match?"

Pan Jing looked at Lin Chen pitifully, "Hero, I know you're a master. It was that guy who was saying that Chinese martial arts are worth nothing, and that's why I challenged him. Can you really bear to watch Chinese martial arts be humiliated, and can you really bear to see me fall into the clutches of that man from Country T?"

The girl looked at Lin Chen with sorrowful eyes, even brimming with tears, invoking pity with just one glance.

"Forget it, it would be a shame for such a pretty beauty to be spoiled by a pig from Country T." Lin Chen nodded in agreement.

"So you're agreeing to help me?" the beauty asked excitedly.

Seeing the beaming expression on the beauty's face, Lin Chen was left speechless.

"Is this girl trained in acting? How quickly her mood changes!"

Lin Chen certainly wasn't one to be taken advantage of. He shook his head and said, "I didn't say I would help you, unless you agree to be my girlfriend if I win."

Hearing Lin Chen's words, Pan Jing didn't seem to mind, "No problem, if you win against him, I will be your girlfriend."

"Really? Then let's start from now," Lin Chen said with a faint smile, reaching out and wrapping his arm around the beauty's waist.

The girl's figure was slender, her skin smooth as jade, feeling amazing to the touch.

Pan Jing looked at Lin Chen's wandering hands, her face suddenly stiffening: "This guy really knows how not to suffer a loss, huh! You dare take advantage of me, you'll see..."

Just then, Pan Jing's phone suddenly rang, and her expression changed drastically as she answered.

"What have you done? The Spirit Grass is grandfather's life-saving medicine, and you've managed to kill it? Enough, I don't want to hear more, I'm coming back now."

After hanging up, Pan Jing said to Lin Chen, "Handsome, I'm sorry, but something urgent has come up. Let's leave our numbers and get in touch tomorrow."

"Did you just mention Spirit Grass?" Lin Chen suddenly asked.

"Yes, my grandfather has contracted a strange illness. It's said that only the dew from Spirit Grass can cure it. However, the staff just called saying that the Spirit Grass suddenly withered."

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, "I have some knowledge of plants and traditional Chinese medicine. Why don't I go with you and take a look?"

Spirit Grass is an extremely rare medicinal herb said to be only found at the highest altitudes in the Tianshan mountain range, and it is very difficult to sustain.

This Spirit Grass has the effect of improving concentration and could greatly help Zhao Xiaowen with her illness.

However, such a medicinal herb is easier sought than found, so Lin Chen didn't intend to pass up this opportunity.

"Okay then, I would appreciate it if you could accompany me," Pan Jing nodded.

"No trouble at all. Since I'm your boyfriend, I'm very happy to be of service," Lin Chen said with a smile, pinching Pan Jing's delicate behind playfully.

Pan Jing's cheeks turned red, and she thought to herself with annoyance, "Hmph, my affections are not so easily taken advantage of."

Lin Chen got into Pan Jing's car, a flashy red Ferrari.

"Sit tight!" Pan Jing smiled, then suddenly floored the accelerator.

"Roar!" The Ferrari shot out like an arrow released from its bow, instantly bursting forward.

The Ferrari's speed almost instantaneously soared to 180 miles per hour, speeding through the traffic.

Actually, Pan Jing had intended to see Lin Chen panic, but to her surprise, Lin Chen appeared indifferent, closing his eyes and listening to music, looking utterly comfortable.

"How is this possible? The speed has reached nearly 200 miles per hour. The sensation of weightlessness at such speed should be extremely unpleasant. But this guy hasn't been affected at all."

Suddenly, Lin Chen's eyes snapped open, and his expression changed slightly.

"Ha ha, got a reaction now, eh?" Pan Jing showed a smug look on her face.

At that moment, Lin Chen suddenly shouted, "Accelerate, faster!"

As he spoke, Lin Chen leaned over and grabbed the steering wheel.

"Lin Chen, what are you doing?" Pan Jing was scared stiff.

At such a speed, one small mistake could lead to total disaster.

"If you don't want to die, accelerate," Lin Chen bellowed.

Spurred by Lin Chen's shout, Pan Jing tensed up and pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor.

The car sped past the intersection, and just as the Ferrari's rear end cleared it, an out-of-control truck barreled across from the side.

"That was close!" Pan Jing turned pale instantly, realizing that had it not been for Lin Chen's warning to speed up, and his brief jerk of the steering wheel in the opposite direction, the Ferrari would have certainly collided with the truck.

After they cleared the intersection, Lin Chen finally let go of the steering wheel.

"How did you know there would be a truck coming from that blind spot?" Pan Jing asked curiously.

"Intuition," Lin Chen replied, closing his eyes again.

After their brush with death, Pan Jing no longer dared to drive so fast, instead reducing the speed to sixty miles per hour.

"Thank you for saving my life," Pan Jing said, still shaken.

Lin Chen replied indifferently, "Cars are meant for commuting, not risking your life. The faster you drive, the closer you are to death."

"Hmm!" Pan Jing nodded, resolved to steer clear of the street racing crowd from now on.

Soon, Pan Jing drove into a very luxurious manor, where even the security guards at the gate were armed.

The car pulled into the garage, and Lin Chen and Pan Jing entered the villa.

The decoration of the villa was very lavish, complete with rockeries, fountains, and a swimming pool.

Lin Chen followed Pan Jing hastily into a glass house.

"Miss, you're finally back. The Spirit Grass was still vibrant yesterday, but it suddenly wilted today," an elderly man with white hair said anxiously.

"Damn it, how could this happen? Grandfather still needs its dew," Pan Jing said, her face worsening upon seeing the withered Spirit Grass. "Anthony, you're a botanist. Don't you have any way to revive it?"

"Miss, I've tried all the methods I could, but nothing worked. I fear the Spirit Grass is dying," Anthony said helplessly, shaking his head.

Lin Chen looked at the small grass in the pot and said, "I can try. Perhaps I can save it."