At Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., Rhys Fisk put down the phone, pondered for a moment, then dialed a number. After the "beep" sound, Rhys Fisk said, "Uncle James, are you busy?"
"I'm not busy, young master. Do you have any instructions? Are you coming back this afternoon? Shall I arrange a car to pick you up?" James Wesley's voice was very respectful and humble.
"Hmm, I do need to go back this week." Rhys Fisk nodded. "First, help me ask my father if he has any spare champion boxers. I need to borrow one."
"Then, go investigate if there were any past conflicts between the Golen Gang and Chinatown, especially with the Wing Chun martial arts school..."
"Yes, young master, I'll arrange it right away and get back to you as soon as possible!" James Willis glanced at the side and agreed.
"Alright, I'm going to class now." Rhys Fisk hung up the phone.
"Golen Gang?" A man who looked very portly, like a mountain of flesh, sat beside James Willis, his gaze fixed on James Willis.
"It's a small gang in the neighborhood near New York's Chinatown. It was basically wiped out last night." James Willis quickly explained, "The young master's roommate is a Chinese person from Chinatown. The Golen Gang should have some connection with the young master's roommate..."
"Hmm, go check it out." The fleshy man nodded. "As for the boxer, wait until he comes back and ask him what he wants to do!"
"Yes, boss!" James Willis answered and turned to leave.
In the evening, an SUV stopped at the entrance of Georgetown University. Rhys Fisk got into the car, where James Willis was waiting for him.
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle James." Rhys Fisk nodded kindly and got into the car. "How are things going? Did father agree? And about the Golen Gang..."
"The matters concerning the Golen Gang and Chinatown have basically been clarified." James Willis handed over a stack of documents and photos and began to explain.
"Huang Hong, the master of the Wing Chun martial arts school, died some time ago. It was done by members of the Golen Gang. A few days ago, Benson, the master of the Golen Gang's superficial karate dojo, went to the Wing Chun martial arts school, suspected of provoking them."
"Later, Huang Hong's son, Huang Wen, allegedly left the Wing Chun martial arts school, his whereabouts unknown. Surveillance cameras did not capture his trace."
"But two days later, Benson mysteriously disappeared. That same night, all the senior members of the Golen Gang died. A mutant boxer, Quanshi, whose body mutated due to an evolved mutant ability, was beaten to death, and his body was taken away by the military's special operations team."
"However, neither the Golen Gang's clerks nor the cameras at various locations found any suspicious individuals entering the Golen Gang, let alone breaking into the Golen Gang's conference room..."
"How good is that Huang Wen's skill?" Rhys Fisk was silent for a moment, then asked.
"According to news from Chinatown, this Huang Wen is very strong." James Willis pointed to the documents in Wilson Rhys's hand. "His father, Huang Hong, easily defeated Benson, and Huang Wen's strength is even above Huang Hong's!"
"Huang Wen's high school, the entire football team once challenged Huang Wen, and he knocked them all down within a minute..."
"No wonder he's confident enough to challenge a boxing champion!" A hint of understanding flashed in Rhys Fisk's eyes. "Does father know about this?"
"The boss already knows. He said that after you return, you should contact your roommate. He can provide him with a boxing champion, but he wants to test his strength first." James Willis nodded and said.
"Good, I also want to see how powerful this person, so highly praised by Zhong Qiang, really is!" A sharp glint flashed in Rhys Fisk's eyes. "And whether he was the one who dealt with that Golen Gang mutant..."
"If he really dealt with it, his strength is not to be underestimated!" James Willis said with some emotion,
"Is Chinese Kung Fu really that powerful?"
Inside the Wing Chun martial arts school in Chinatown, Huang Wen was teaching Zhong Qiang to practice the basic stance of Wing Chun, the "Two-Character Clamping Goat Stance."
Throughout the day, Zhong Qiang's waist, hips, thighs, and other areas had been slapped countless times by Huang Wen.
Of course, don't misunderstand, it wasn't that Huang Wen had any special Hobbies, but rather that the places that should be tight were tight, and the places that should be relaxed were relaxed, only then could he find the feeling of the Two-Character Clamping Goat Stance.
However, Zhong Qiang's physique was indeed extremely poor. If a person who exercises regularly and has excellent physical fitness in all aspects has 10 points of energy, and a healthy ordinary person has 7 points of energy, then Zhong Qiang probably only had 5 points of energy.
Huang Wen even thought that Uncle Zhong's energy should be higher than Zhong Qiang's!
Therefore, in less than 10 minutes, Zhong Qiang would collapse on the ground from exhaustion.
If Huang Wen hadn't demonstrated the power of hidden strength to Zhong Qiang, piquing Zhong Qiang's curiosity and making him believe this was Huang Wen's family martial art, Zhong Qiang truly wouldn't have been able to persevere.
"Ding-a-ling!" A phone rang from a nearby mobile phone. Zhong Qiang ran over with a sigh of relief. Finally, he had an excuse to be lazy!
"Rhys Fisk." Zhong Qiang saw the call, whispered a reminder to Huang Wen, then answered the phone, "Hello, Rhys, how are things going?"
"My father has agreed, but he said he wants to bring the boxing champion to meet your Brother Wen." Rhys Fisk's faint smile came through the phone. "It just so happens that both my father and I want to witness real Chinese Kung Fu. You don't mind showing us a few moves, do you?"
Zhong Qiang subconsciously glanced at Huang Wen. When he saw Huang Wen nod, Zhong Qiang then said with a smile, "No problem, when are you coming over?"
"Around noon tomorrow." Rhys Fisk confirmed the time after glancing at his father.
"Then it's perfect, I'll treat you to a good meal at my family's hot pot restaurant!" Zhong Qiang laughed heartily. "Then we'll see each other tomorrow at noon."
Zhong Qiang hung up the phone, then suddenly thought of something and looked at Huang Wen with some concern, saying, "By the way, Brother Wen, how are your injuries? It won't affect anything, will it?"
"It's fine." Huang Wen smiled and shook his head, wiggling his fingers. "Except for my fingers possibly still hurting tomorrow, the rest of my injuries should have recovered. As for my fingers, forcefully clenching my fists won't affect me much either."
"Then I'm relieved." Zhong Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Huang Wen tentatively, "Brother Wen, now that things are settled, can I rest? I feel like if I keep practicing like this, I probably won't be able to get up tomorrow..."
"It's fine, just go back and have Uncle Zhong rub some medicinal wine on you!" Huang Wen grinned. "Now, keep practicing!"
"No, Brother Wen!" Zhong Qiang's face was filled with a bitter smile, and he let out a miserable cry.