I open a martial arts gym in Meiman

At Georgetown University in Washington, Reese Fisk put down the phone, thought for a moment, and then dialed a number. After waiting for the "beep!", Reese Fisk said: "Uncle James, are you busy?"

"I'm not busy. Master, do you have any instructions? Are you coming back this afternoon? I'll arrange a car to pick you up?" James Wesley's voice was very respectful and humble.

"Well, I do have to go back this week." Reese Fisk nodded, "First, help me ask my father if there are any spare champion boxers. I want to borrow them here."

"Then you go check and find out what disputes the Gelian Gang had with Chinatown, especially with the Wing Chun Martial Arts School..."

"Okay, Master, I'll make arrangements right away and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!" James Willis glanced at the side and agreed.

"Okay, I'll go to class first." Reese Fisk hung up the phone.

"Golian Gang?" Sitting next to James Willis was a man who looked very rich, like a mountain of meat. His eyes looked at James Willis.

"It's a small gang in the neighborhood near Chinatown in New York. It was basically wiped out last night." James Willis quickly explained, "The young master's roommate is a Chinese from Chinatown. The Gelian Gang should have some involvement with the young master's roommate...

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"Well, go check it out." The Roshan man nodded, "As for the boxer, wait until he comes back and ask him what he wants to do!"

"Yes! Boss!" James Willis responded, turned around and left.

In the evening, an SUV parked in front of Georgetown University. Reese Fisk got in the car, and James Willis was waiting for him in the car.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle James." Reese Fisk nodded kindly and got into the car, "Is this how things are done? Does Father agree? There are also things about the Golian Gang..."

"The matter between the Colian Gang and Chinatown has basically been cleared up." James Willis handed over a stack of information and photos and explained.

"Huang Hong, the master of the Wing Chun martial arts gym, died some time ago. It was someone from the Colian Gang who did it. A few days ago, Benson, the leader of the karate gym on the front of the Colian Gang, went to the Wing Chun martial arts gym and was suspected of provocation.

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"Later, Huang Hong's son Huang Wen was suspected of leaving the Wing Chun martial arts school and his whereabouts were unknown. The surveillance cameras did not capture his trace."

"But two days later, Benson disappeared mysteriously. That night, all the senior members of the Golian Gang died. Quanshi, a mutant with evolved body mutant abilities, was beaten to death, and his body was taken away by the military's special operations team."

"However, neither the clerks of the Gelian Gang nor the cameras everywhere found any suspicious persons entering the Gelian Gang, let alone breaking into the Gelian Gang's conference room..."

"How is that Huang Wen's skill?" Reese Fisk was silent for a moment and then asked.

"According to the news from Chinatown, Huang Wen is very strong." James Willis pointed to the information in Wilson Reese's hand, "His father Huang Hong easily defeated Benson, and Huang Wen's strength is still higher than Huang Wen's.

Above Macro!"

"In the high school Huang Wen attended, the entire football team once challenged Huang Wen, but he knocked them all down within a minute..."

"No wonder you have the confidence to challenge for the fighting championship!" Reese Fisk's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding, "Does father know about this?"

"The boss already knows. After he asks you to go back, contact your roommate and you can provide him with a fighting championship, but you must first test his strength." James Willis nodded and said.

"Okay, I also want to see how powerful the person who is highly praised by Alarm Clock is!" A gleam flashed in Reese Fisk's eyes, "And the mutants of the Gelian Gang, was he the one who solved them?

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"If he really solved the problem, his strength should not be underestimated!" James Willis said with some emotion, "Is the putty-breaking Kung Fu really that powerful?"

In the Wing Chun Martial Arts School in Chinatown, Huang Wen is teaching Zhong Qiang to practice the basic basic skills of Wing Chun, the two-word clamping sheep and horse.

At the end of the day, Huang Wen took pictures of Zhong Qiang's waist, hips, thighs and other places countless times.

Of course, don't get me wrong, it's not that Huang Wen has any special hobby, it's that he is tight where it should be tight and loose where it should be loose, so that he can find the feeling of a two-word pliers.

However, Zhong Qiang's physique is indeed very poor. If people who exercise regularly and have very good physical fitness in all aspects have 10 points of energy, and healthy ordinary people have 7 points of energy, then Zhong Qiang may have

Only 5 points of energy left.

Even Huang Wen felt that Uncle Zhong's energy should be higher than that of Zhong Qiang!

Therefore, every less than 10 minutes, Zhong Qiang would collapse on the ground from exhaustion.

If Huang Wen hadn't demonstrated the power of An Jin to Zhong Qiang, which aroused Zhong Qiang's curiosity and thought that this was Huang Wen's family martial arts, Zhong Qiang really wouldn't have been able to persist.

"Dingling Bell!" A call ringtone came from the mobile phone on the side.

"Reese Fisk." After Zhong Qiang saw the phone, he whispered to Huang Wen and then answered the phone, "Hello, Reese, how is the matter?"

"My father has agreed, but he said that he wants to bring the fighting champion to see you, Brother Qian." Reese Fisk's faint smile came out, "It just so happened that my father and I both wanted to see a real fighter.

Do you mind showing us your Putty Kung Fu skills?"

Zhong Qiang glanced at Huang Wen subconsciously. When he saw Huang Wen nodding, Zhong Qiang smiled this time and said, "No problem, when will you come over?"

"About noon tomorrow." Reese Fisk set the time after taking a look at his father.

"Then I'll invite you to my hotpot restaurant for a nice meal!" Zhong Qiang laughed, "Then we'll meet at noon tomorrow."

Zhong Qiang put down the phone and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Huang Wen with some worry and said, "By the way, Brother Wen, how is your injury? It doesn't affect it, right?"

"It's okay." Huang Wen shook his head with a smile and moved his fingers. "Except that the fingers may still hurt tomorrow, all the injuries on the body should be able to recover. As for the fingers, forcefully pinching the fist will not have any impact on me.

big."

"Then I'm relieved." Zhong Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Huang Wen tentatively, "Ask brother, now that the matter is settled, can I rest? I feel that if I continue to practice like this,

I probably won’t be able to get up tomorrow…”

"It's okay, just go back and ask Uncle Zhong to apply some medicinal wine on you!" Huang Wen grinned, "Now, keep practicing!"

"No, ask brother!" Zhong Qiang had a bitter smile on his face and let out a miserable scream.