I open a martial arts gym in Meiman

Huang Wudi...cough cough, Huang Wen walked out with a calm expression. Suddenly he remembered that he should repair the door first, otherwise when he comes back, I am afraid that the martial arts gym will be emptied. The fitness equipment in the martial arts gym is still there.

Worth some money!

After a long time, Huang Wen, who had repaired the door lock, walked out of the Wing Chun Martial Arts School and came to the streets of Chinatown. How should I put it, this place is definitely different from the country where Huang Wen lived in his previous life, but it is different from what Huang Wen saw in his previous life.

I have been to Chinatown and there is no difference.

Here, there is a combination of ancient architecture and modern life. Although it is not a complete inheritance of traditional culture, it can also give the world a simple understanding of how China lived in the past.

Walking on the streets of Chinatown, some memories came to Huang Wen's mind, memories about this Chinatown. The original Huang Wen basically never left Chinatown, except for going to school.

After graduating from college, Huang Wen returned to Chinatown and helped his father teach boxing in the martial arts gym. The young and strong Huang Wen, except that his experience may not be as good as Huang Hong's, his physical fitness is still better than Huang Hong's.

"This hotpot restaurant seems to taste pretty good, and there are acquaintances there." Time has passed since time traveled to the present. The original Huang Wen didn't eat or drink for several days. Although Huang Wen didn't feel weak now, he subconsciously

Yes, Huang Wen still wanted to have a big meal.

"Xiao Wen! You finally came out. You haven't come out for so many days. We are all worried that something happened to you!" As soon as Huang Wen walked into the Bayu Hot Pot Restaurant, the boss Zhong Bo ran over, looked around, and lowered his voice.

"I just saw that Benson seemed to have gone to your martial arts gym..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I'm fine." Seeing the worry on Uncle Zhong's face, Huang Wen quickly assumed his role, smiled and shook his head.

"Xiao Wen, if you ask me, you should stop investigating the cause of your father's death." Uncle Zhong took Huang Wen to a deserted corner and sat down, "There is a very strong person behind Benson's karate gym.

Power, and it definitely involves black..."

"I know, Xiaowen, your martial arts talent is very good. Your father has praised you more than once, saying that you have surpassed him and can carry forward the Wing Chun martial arts school!"

"However, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of bullets! Just like your father, although he won, he couldn't hide from the person who fired a cold shot from behind!"

"Uncle Zhong, did you know something?" Huang Wen's eyes narrowed. Uncle Zhong warned him like this. He must have found out something, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.

"Alas!" Uncle Zhong sighed heavily, with a rather helpless look on his face, "Your father's death made us neighbors very angry. Back then, when we were being blackmailed in Chinatown, it was your father who stood up to us.

Come out and help us deal with those gangsters..."

"But it's a pity that even though we have lived here for so long, we are still outsiders. Compared with the locals, our network of connections is still far behind!"

There was a vague impression in Huang Wen's memory that Uncle Zhong and others helped handle Huang Hong's funeral affairs, and even the inheritance of the inheritance was the result of a relationship established by Uncle Zhong and others. Otherwise, it would not have been settled so quickly, especially in Huang's case.

Asking absentmindedly.

"Uncle Zhong, what exactly did you find out?" Huang Wen shook his head and stared directly into Uncle Zhong's eyes, "At least, I have the right to know the truth, right?"

Huang Wen had some expectations at this time, hoping to find out the cause of Huang Hong's death directly from Uncle Zhong. In this way, he could directly complete the first task, and he would be more confident in avenging the original Huang Wen!

"I knew you wouldn't give up, Xiaowen." Uncle Zhong also shook his head, "The karate gym where your father competes is a karate gym on the surface, but there is a dark world underground!"

"I didn't get much information. I only found out that there is a headquarters called the Gelian Gang. Benson is the superficial leader of the Gelian Gang."

"And the person in charge is just an obedient dog they let loose!"

"Then what does the Gelian Gang do?" Huang Wen looked at the motionless mission page in front of him, feeling a little disappointed. He was not smart at all. After all, he had come into contact with the Gelian Gang, so he couldn't open it like an online game.

A one-step task?

"They are involved in all kinds of businesses." Uncle Zhong looked around again to make sure that no customers noticed them in the corner, and then continued, "They have firearms, gambling, black boxing, health care, and sugar.

Dabble!”

"It's just that we haven't figured out why your father signed a life and death certificate, and how he got into trouble with the Gelian Gang..."

"Underground black boxing... I will find out!" Huang Wen heard a familiar name, patted Uncle Zhong on the shoulder, and laughed, "However, I will not act recklessly, don't worry, Uncle Zhong!"

"Don't worry, I've already contacted the Star Gang. Maybe they can help us." Uncle Zhong lowered his voice, "Although your father didn't have a good relationship with them back then, for the sake of our compatriots..."

"Don't bother them!" Huang Wen shook his head decisively. He remembered the origin of the Star Gang. This was a gang organized by a group of martial arts schools. They came to this country earlier than Huang Hong, so they were vaguely repelled.

Huang Hong.

Especially after Huang Hong covered the entire Chinatown by himself, the Star Gang became even more dissatisfied with Huang Hong. In a sense, it was Huang Hong who cut off the Star Gang's financial path. If not for several discussions between the Star Gang

If we all lose, there will be consequences for these things.

"But..." Uncle Zhong opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Huang Wen waved his hand.

"Uncle Zhong, I haven't eaten for several days. Hurry up and start the pot and serve me some tripe, beef and mutton!"

"Oh! Okay!" Uncle Zhong shook his head helplessly, helped Huang Wen open the hot pot, then turned around and brought a bunch of hot pot ingredients to Huang Wen. Looking at the slowly boiling hot pot, Huang Wen's mouth was filled with salivation.

Not long after, Huang Wen started eating with big mouthfuls. It has to be said that people who practice martial arts have big appetites, and they are not afraid of being burned when they eat. Uncle Zhong waited until the last table of guests left and opened the hanging bag above.

television.

"Our reporter exclusively reported that Tony Stark has developed a new type of missile called the Jericho missile..." The sound of news came from the TV, causing Huang Wen to stop using his chopsticks.

Who? Tony the shit? Did I hear wrong?

Huang Wen subconsciously raised his head and looked at the TV screen, and then saw a familiar face appearing on the TV.

"This is just my casual creation. I can create better ones, but there is no need. It is enough... Oh, what is it called?"