Huang Wudi... Cough, Huang asked. He looked pale and walked out. Suddenly he remembered that he should fix the door first, or when he came back, I''m afraid the martial arts school will be empty. The fitness equipment in the martial arts school is still worth some money!

    After a long time, Huang Wen, who repaired the door lock, walked out of Yongchun martial arts school and came to the streets of Chinatown. How can I say that it is certainly different from the domestic where Huang Wen lived in his previous life, but it is no different from the Chinatown he had seen in his previous life.

    Here, it has the characteristics of the combination of ancient architecture and modern life. Although it is not a complete inheritance of traditional culture, it can also let the world simply understand how China once lived.

    Walking on the streets of Chinatown, Huang Wen''s mind overflowed with some memories about this Chinatown. The original Huang Wen basically didn''t leave Chinatown, except for school.

    After graduating from college, Huang Wen returned to Chinatown and helped his father teach boxing in the martial arts school. Young Huang Wen may not be as experienced as Huang Hong, but his physical quality is still above Huang Hong.

    "This hot pot restaurant seems to taste good, and there are acquaintances." it''s not a short time since crossing. Huang Wen didn''t eat or drink for several days. Although Huang Wen doesn''t feel weak now, subconsciously, Huang Wen still wants to have a big meal.

    "Xiao Wen! You''ve finally come out. You haven''t come out for so many days. We''re all worried about your accident!" Huang Wen just walked into Bayu hot pot shop. Boss Zhong Bo ran over, looked around and lowered his voice, "I just saw that Bensen seems to have gone to your martial arts school..."

    "Don''t worry, Zhong Bo, I''m fine." looking at the worry on Zhong Bo''s face, Huang asked quickly replaced his role, smiled and shook his head.

    "Xiao Wen, if you want me to say, you don''t want to continue to track down the cause of your father''s death." Zhong Bo took Huang Wen and sat down in an empty corner. "There is a strong force behind Benson''s karate hall, and it must involve black..."

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

    "However, no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of bullets! Just like your father, although he won, he can''t hide from the person who put a cold gun in the back!"

    "Zhong Bo, do you know what news?" Huang asked. Zhong Bo warned him that he must have heard something, otherwise he wouldn''t say such a thing.

    "Alas!" Zhong Bo sighed heavily and looked a little helpless. "We neighbors were very angry about your father''s death. When we were blackmailed in Chinatown, your father came forward to help us solve those gangsters..."

    "But unfortunately, even if we have lived here for so long, we are still outsiders. Our relationship network is far worse than that of the locals!"

    Huang Wen has a vague impression in his memory. Huang Hong''s later affairs were handled by Zhong Bo and others. Even the inheritance of the inheritance was also the relationship Zhong Bo and others sought. Otherwise, it was not solved so quickly, especially when Huang Wen was absent-minded.

    "Zhong Bo, what did you hear?" Huang asked, shaking his head and staring straight into Zhong Bo''s eyes. "At least, I have the right to know the truth, don''t I?"

    Huang Wen has some expectations at this time. He hopes to find out the cause of Huang Hong''s death directly from Zhong Bo. In this way, he can directly complete the first task. He is also more confident to help Huang Wen avenge the original!

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

    "I didn''t get much news. I only heard that there was a headquarters called the Columbian gang. Benson was the apparent principal of their Columbian gang."

    "And it''s the principal, just a obedient dog they let out!"

    "What does the Goliath Gang do?" Huang asked. Looking at the quiet task page in front of him, he was disappointed and not intelligent at all. At least he also came into contact with the Goliath gang. Can''t he start the next task like an online game?

    "They are involved in all kinds of business." Zhong Bo looked around again to make sure that no guests noticed them in the corner, and then continued, "they are involved in guns, gambling, black boxing, health care and sugar!"

    "But we didn''t find out why your father signed the life and death certificate and how he provoked the Corinthians..."

    "Underground black fist... I''ll find out!" Huang asked. Hearing a familiar address, he patted Zhong Bo on the shoulder and smiled. "However, I won''t act rashly. Zhong Bo can rest assured!"

    "Don''t worry, I''ve contacted the star gang. Maybe they can help us." Zhong Bo lowered his voice, "although your father didn''t have a good relationship with them in those years, for the sake of his compatriots..."

    "Don''t bother them!" Huang asked decisively shaking his head. He remembered the origin of the star Gang, which was organized by a group of martial arts schools. He came to this country earlier than Huang Hong, so he vaguely rejected Huang Hong.

    Especially after Huang Hong covered the whole Chinatown alone, the star gang was even more unhappy with Huang Hong. In a sense, Huang Hong also cut off the wealth of the star gang. If the star Gang hadn''t lost several exchanges, these things would be described below.

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

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

    "Alas! Good!" Zhong Bo shook his head helplessly, helped Huang Wen open the hot pot, and turned to help Huang Wen bring a pile of hot pot ingredients. Looking at the slowly boiling hot pot, Huang Wen''s mouth was filled with saliva.

    After a while, Huang asked and ate. He had to say that martial arts practitioners eat a lot. They are not afraid of hot when they eat. Zhong Bo on one side waited until the last table of guests left and turned on the TV hanging above.

    "Our reporter exclusively reported that Tony Stark had developed a new type of missile called Jericho missile..." the voice of the news came from the TV, which made Huang Wen''s chopsticks stop.

    Who? Tony, big shit? Did I hear you wrong?

    Huang asked subconsciously raised his head, looked at the TV screen, and then saw a familiar face appear in the TV.

    "This is just my creation. I can create better, but it''s not necessary. It''s enough... Oh, what''s its name?"