Huang Wen pondered for a moment and decided to test the tuxedo's abilities. First, he commanded it to modify nearby surveillance cameras, deleting all evidence of his appearance on the street and then fabricating new footage.
Soon, all the footage from the few cameras that had captured Huang Wen was altered. During that time, Huang Wen had never left Chinatown, nor had he ever been near the karate dojo.
Then, Benson, after leaving the karate dojo, did not turn into an alley but continued straight.
Next, a long piece of cloth materialized from the tuxedo's sleeve. Although Huang Wen didn't know the tuxedo's mechanism and it seemed to completely disregard the law of conservation of mass, a cloth long enough to wrap Benson did appear in Huang Wen's hand.
Most importantly, after Huang Wen wrapped Benson with this long cloth, Benson became as if invisible, leaving no trace.
Of course, it was merely visual invisibility, not complete invisibility.
Subsequently, the tuxedo on Huang Wen also activated its invisibility mode. The tuxedo's collar instantly stood up, enveloping Huang Wen's head, but Huang Wen could still see the outside through the tuxedo.
"It seems quite useful!" Huang Wen nodded in satisfaction. Fortunately, he didn't have any strange fetishes, otherwise, this tuxedo could do some extraordinary things.
"Considering this, just by possessing this tuxedo, I'm already equivalent to some mutants with strange abilities." Huang Wen mused about his current standing. "Bulletproof, walking on water, scaling walls, and even invisibility—my abilities are quite comprehensive. Combined with my own strength, perhaps I can start dealing with the Goryeo Gang next!"
"I suppose, avenging Huang Hong shouldn't be as simple as just killing the shooter, right? At the very least, the high-ranking members of the Goryeo Gang need to be wiped out..."
With that thought, Huang Wen bent down, picked up Benson, carried him on his shoulder, and then left the alley, walking towards the outside.
At this time, there were already people on the streets, but no one could see Huang Wen, let alone the corpse of Benson in his hands.
Although Benson was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 200 pounds, for Huang Wen, this weight was nothing at all.
Soon, Huang Wen, carrying Benson's corpse, arrived at the bank of the East River. There was no one around at this time. Huang Wen easily placed Benson's body into the water, then pulled off the invisible long cloth. Watching Benson's corpse being carried away by the current, Huang Wen nodded in satisfaction.
"By the way, why don't I feel uncomfortable after killing someone?" Huang Wen thought of a question. "Is it because there was no gruesome sight or blood? Or have I naturally adapted to gore and violence?"
Huang Wen didn't get an answer. He simply turned and left silently, returning to the Wing Chun martial arts gym.
It must be said, the Wing Chun martial arts gym's business was truly terrible. Although the gym was already equipped with a lot of fitness equipment, there were still no students, and not even anyone came to take a look.
This was why Huang Hong had been so eager to make changes before. Although due to his living habits, Huang Hong still had a considerable amount of savings, enough for him and Huang Wen to live comfortably, Huang Hong still disliked the idea of living off past savings.
"What a pity!" Huang Wen put away the tuxedo, looked at the empty gym, and began to ponder how to make the gym flourish. Relying on the so-called gym membership card routine definitely wouldn't work.
Not to mention the numerous gyms in the US, and the significant number of people who do home fitness or street workouts, even though the location in Chinatown is good, right next to Wall Street, Broadway, and even the city government, people don't need to travel all the way to a seemingly less reputable gym to work out!
Furthermore, with the fading of the kung fu craze, free combat and mixed martial arts were becoming popular in the US. Pure kung fu was no longer enough to satisfy the American public's appetite.
"Perhaps, I can stir up some hype." A flicker of thought crossed Huang Wen's eyes. After formulating a rough little plan in his mind, he went upstairs to rest.
At noon, Huang Wen once again came to Uncle Zhong's hotpot restaurant for a meal. Despite only sleeping for four hours, Huang Wen, being skilled in time management, was still full of energy. After all, he was a man who had surpassed human limits.
"Xiao Wen, you look great today!" Uncle Ba Yu's hotpot restaurant still had little business. Fortunately, both Uncle Zhong and Huang Hong had foresight and had already bought the properties for their shops.
"Uncle Zhong's business is still not doing well!" Huang Wen came to the innermost seat and said with a smile to Uncle Zhong, "It seems I'll have to come here more often to support your business, Uncle Zhong!"
"Hmph, you say that as if your family's martial arts gym is doing well. I can at least open for business once a day, how long has it been since anyone entered your place?" Uncle Zhong opened the hotpot, glaring at Huang Wen irritably. "By the way, you seem to be in a good mood today..."
"I've found a lead." Huang Wen looked left and right, confirming that no one had entered the hotpot restaurant, then lowered his voice. "I've already dealt with Benson, and I also know the cause of my... father's death."
Huang Wen still felt a little unaccustomed when referring to Huang Hong, but Uncle Zhong didn't suspect anything. Instead, he thought Huang Wen was simply not used to Huang Hong's passing.
"You mean 'dealt with'?" Uncle Zhong glanced at Huang Wen, then quickly ran to the door, closed the hotpot restaurant's entrance, and looked at Huang Wen somewhat cautiously, with a hint of worry. "You weren't discovered, were you?"
"No." Huang Wen shook his head confidently. He had not only modified the cameras but also remained invisible the entire time. How could anyone have discovered him? "Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, no one will ever find me, and no one even knows I left Chinatown!"
"Hmm?" Uncle Zhong was momentarily stunned, then nodded. "It's good that you're confident. Was it really the Goryeo Gang who did it?"
"That's right, it was them." Huang Wen nodded, sighed softly, and then recounted how Huang Hong had gotten involved with the Goryeo Gang.
"What an unexpected disaster!" Uncle Zhong also sighed heavily, his expression somewhat helpless. "These past two years have been a bit better. When we first came to Chinatown, we were often ostracized, and even inexplicably dragged into small gang conflicts."
"I heard that the environment in our home country is good now. I plan to let Zhong Qiang go back and take a look after he graduates. People get old, and they want to return to their roots..."
"Returning to one's roots." A ripple of emotion flickered in Huang Wen's eyes. He also wanted to know what the mysterious Huaxia in this Marvel world was truly like.