I open a martial arts gym in Meiman

It was night, and Zhong Qiang was carried back to the hot pot restaurant by Huang Wen. Huang Wen handed the medicinal wine to Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong smiled helplessly, glared at Zhong Qiang, who was disappointed, and took him upstairs.

went.

The next morning, Zhong Qiang didn't get up at all. He didn't know whether he really couldn't get up or was afraid of getting up in the morning and being asked by Huang Wen to practice martial arts again.

"You are the only one who wants to learn the martial arts passed down from your brother's family?" Uncle Zhong looked at Zhong Qiang who was huddled in the quilt, and couldn't help but shook his head, "Okay, get up early, isn't your roommate coming over? I

Go buy some fresh ingredients..."

"Ding ding ding!" It was almost noon when Zhong Qiang's phone rang. Zhong Qiang, who had not yet recovered, answered the phone subconsciously: "Hello?"

"Alarm clock, you haven't gotten up yet, have you?" Rhys Fisk's mocking voice sounded, "What time is it? You must have squeezed yourself dry, right?"

"Isn't that just draining myself dry?" Zhong Qiang sighed heavily, "I practiced martial arts all day yesterday, and the last bit of strength in my body was drained out. I still don't have any strength now. I'll get up and take a shower.

,Where are you?"

"Almost twenty minutes left." Reese Fisk glanced at the driver and said after getting the reply.

"Okay, I'll take a shower and get up." After Zhong Qiang fought fiercely with the quilt that sealed him, he finally got up and started to wash up. Zhong Qiang felt his sore body, and for a moment he understood that martial arts, really

Not that easy to practice.

Not long after, a luxury car drove up from outside Chinatown and stopped at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant. Then a strong man ran out and opened the car door flatteringly.

"Boxing champion Terry?" Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up in the hot pot restaurant, and he quickly explained to Huang Wen and Zhong Bo beside him, "Terry is the Grand Slam boxing champion in various free fighting and mixed martial arts events, and he has already

Won the Ultimate Fighting Championship two times in a row!”

Obviously, Zhong Qiang helped Huang Wen do his homework. This boxing champion Terry can be regarded as the most valuable among the boxing champions, and he is also the most famous. Zhong Qiang did not expect that his roommate would really put such weight

A top boxing champion is invited.

"Alarm clock! Your family is quite small!" Reese Fix got off the RV. Huang Wen saw the appearance of this little chubby guy. He looked really kind, but Huang Wen could keenly sense that this little chubby guy was

He looked at himself secretly.

"It's just so so." Zhong Qiang walked up and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that you actually invited the boxing champion Terry... huh?"

As Zhong Qiang was talking, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. Subconsciously, Zhong Qiang closed his mouth, and then looked at the RV. When he saw a man more than two meters tall coming out, Zhong Qiang subconsciously

He took half a step back.

"Are you okay?" Huang Wen supported Zhong Qiang, smiled and patted Zhong Qiang's shoulder, then nodded to Roshan, "Huang Wen."

"Wilson Grant Fisk." Roshan said his name, reached out his hand, smiled at Huang Wen and nodded.

There was a soft sound of "Bang!", and Huang Wen and Wilson Grant Fisk's hands were held together. An astonishing force was transmitted to Huang Wen's hand, and Huang Wen couldn't help but be a little surprised.

This power is not much weaker than him. In other words, the Wilson Grant Fisk in front of him is not puffy, but has amazing strength, and his strength even exceeds the limit of the human body!

"Mr. Huang is so strong." Wilson Grant Fisk did not say the name of Mr. Huang. It was obvious that he also knew the names of the Chinese people.

"Mr. Fisk, you're welcome." Huang Wen didn't remember who Wilson Grant Fisk was in front of him. With such a long name, Huang Wen said he couldn't remember it at all.

"If you don't mind, I would like to have a discussion with Mr. Huang, is that possible?" Wilson Grant Fisk's eyes flashed, and he stared at Huang with joy, "Of course, no matter whether we win or lose,

Mr. Huang can use Terry to promote it, and we will even take the initiative to help you promote it, how about it?"

"That would be disrespectful." Huang Wen nodded and agreed. For such a heavyweight opponent who exceeded the limits of the human body, Huang Wen was also a little eager to try, "Come to my martial arts gym, it is spacious and can be used!"

Huang Wen led the way towards the Wing Chun Martial Arts School. Behind him, Wilson Grant Fisk had no intention of getting in the car and followed directly. Zhong Qiang, Reese Fisk, and boxing champion Terry also followed.

Uncle Zhong had no intention of watching the excitement, so he stayed where he was with the driver, and then turned around to prepare for dinner.

"Wilson Grant Fisk? Who is it?" Huang asked as he walked, muttering in his mind, "Why do foreigners have such long names? Are they mutants? Are they so powerful, or are they other people with super powers?"

After a few steps, Huang Wen opened the door of the Wing Chun martial arts gym and led everyone in. When he saw the empty and somewhat deserted Wing Chun martial arts gym, Wilson Grant Fisk said with a smile: "Mr. Huang, here,

It’s really a bit deserted.”

"Yes, Chinese Kung Fu requires unremitting practice and cannot be relaxed for a day, so it is difficult for someone to persevere." Huang Wen was talking about the students before Huang Hong. The Wing Chun martial arts school has been open for so many years.

Huang Hong didn't even accept a real disciple because no one really persisted.

"Does Mr. Huang still know my identity?" Wilson Grant Fisk looked at Huang Wen's indifferent expression and suddenly asked, "Mr. Huang should know that I have a small gang of my own, right?"

"I'm really not familiar with this aspect of things." Huang Wen shook his head, "I'm sorry I haven't heard of Mr. Fisk's name."

"Or, you can call me Kingpin." Wilson Grant Fisk or Kingpin looked directly into Huang Wen's eyes, trying to see something strange.

"Jin Bin?" Huang Wen pondered for a moment, looking at Jin Bin who looked like a mountain of meat in front of him, Huang Wen finally thought of Jin Bin's identity.

Kingpin is the largest gang leader in New York and even the United States. He is thoughtful and intelligent. More than 90% of his body is muscle. He has amazing strength. He can punch through a wall with his bare hands. He is also one of the world's top gangsters.

Fighting master!

His goal is to control the entire gang in the United States and establish a dark empire, and he is the underworld emperor of this dark empire!

"Why is there still something about Jin Bin?" Huang Wen couldn't help but murmured, "Is there any mistake? If you randomly find a gang leader, it turns out to be Jin Bin. By the way, Jin Bin is the plot of some movie or TV show?

Forget it, never mind..."