Huang Wudi… Ahem, Huang Wen walked out with a calm expression, suddenly remembering that he should fix the door first. Otherwise, by the time he returned, the martial arts gym might be emptied. The fitness equipment inside the gym was still worth some money!
After a long while, Huang Wen, who had fixed the lock, walked out of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Gym and onto the streets of Chinatown. How should I put it? It was definitely different from the China Huang Wen lived in during his previous life, but it was no different from the Chinatowns Huang Wen had seen in his previous life.
Here, ancient architecture merged with modern life. Although it wasn't a complete preservation of traditional culture, it allowed the world to get a simple understanding of how China once lived.
Walking down the streets of Chinatown, some memories flooded Huang Wen's mind. These were memories about this Chinatown. The original Huang Wen had basically never left Chinatown, except for school.
After graduating from university, Huang Wen returned to Chinatown, helping his father teach martial arts in the gym. The young and strong Huang Wen, apart from possibly lacking experience compared to Huang Hong, had superior physical fitness.
"This hotpot restaurant seems to have pretty good food, and I know people here." It had been a while since he transmigrated. The original Huang Wen hadn't eaten or drunk for several days. Although Huang Wen didn't feel weak now, subconsciously, he still wanted to have a big meal.
"Xiao Wen! You're finally out! You haven't come out for so many days, we were all worried something happened to you!" As soon as Huang Wen walked into the Bayu Hotpot restaurant, the owner, Uncle Zhong, ran over, looked left and right, and lowered his voice, "I just saw Benson seemed to go to your martial arts gym…"
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I'm fine." Seeing the worry on Uncle Zhong's face, Huang Wen quickly slipped into his role, smiling and shaking his head.
"Xiao Wen, if you ask me, you shouldn't keep investigating your father's death." Uncle Zhong pulled Huang Wen to a deserted corner and sat down. "Benson's karate dojo has a very powerful force behind it, and it definitely involves the underworld…"
"I know, Xiao Wen, your martial arts talent is very good. Your father praised you more than once, saying you had surpassed him and could bring glory to the Wing Chun Martial Arts Gym!"
"But no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you're still vulnerable to bullets! Just like your father, even though he won, he couldn't dodge the person who shot him in the back!"
"Uncle Zhong, did you hear something?" Huang Wen's gaze sharpened. Uncle Zhong warning him like this definitely meant he had found out something, otherwise, he wouldn't have said such words.
"Sigh!" Uncle Zhong sighed heavily, his expression quite helpless. "We, your neighbors, were all very angry about your father's death. Back then, when we were being extorted in Chinatown, it was your father who stood up and helped us deal with those ruffians…"
"But unfortunately, even though we've lived here for so long, we are still outsiders. Our network of connections is still too far behind that of the locals!"
Huang Wen had a vague impression in his memory that Uncle Zhong and others had helped with Huang Hong's funeral arrangements. Even the inheritance of the estate was handled by Uncle Zhong and others who found connections, otherwise, it wouldn't have been resolved so quickly, especially with Huang Wen being distracted.
"Uncle Zhong, what exactly did you find out?" Huang Wen shook his head, staring directly into Uncle Zhong's eyes. "At least, I have the right to know the truth, don't I?"
Huang Wen was somewhat expectant at this moment, hoping to directly find out the cause of Huang Hong's death from Uncle Zhong. This way, he could directly complete the first mission, and he would have greater confidence in avenging the original Huang Wen!
"I knew you wouldn't give up, Xiao Wen." Uncle Zhong also shook his head. "The karate dojo where your father had his match, on the surface, is a karate dojo, but underground, it also has a dark world!"
"I didn't get much information. I only found out that it's the headquarters of a gang called the Koryo Gang. Benson is their frontman for the Koryo Gang."
"And to say he's the frontman, he's merely a docile dog they've put out!"
"What does the Koryo Gang do?" Huang Wen looked at the motionless mission page in front of him, feeling a little disappointed. It wasn't smart at all. He had at least made contact with the Koryo Gang, couldn't it be like an online game and activate the next step of the mission?
"They're involved in all sorts of businesses." Uncle Zhong looked left and right again, making sure no customers were paying attention to them in the corner, then continued, "Firearms, gambling, underground boxing, healthcare, sugar—they dabble in all of it!"
"It's just that none of us have figured out why your father signed a death waiver, or how he ended up offending the Koryo Gang…"
"Underground boxing… I'll find out!" Huang Wen heard a familiar term, patted Uncle Zhong's shoulder, and smiled, "But I won't act rashly, Uncle Zhong, don't worry!"
"Don't rush, 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, but for the sake of being fellow countrymen…"
"No need to bother them!" Huang Wen decisively shook his head. He recalled the origin of the Star Gang; it was a gang formed by a group of martial arts schools, having arrived in this country earlier than Huang Hong, thus subtly excluding Huang Hong.
Especially after Huang Hong single-handedly protected the entire Chinatown, the Star Gang disliked Huang Hong even more. In a sense, Huang Hong had also cut off the Star Gang's source of income. If the Star Gang hadn't lost several sparring matches, these matters would have continued.
"But…" Uncle Zhong opened his mouth, about to say something more, but saw Huang Wen wave his hand.
"Uncle Zhong, I haven't eaten in days! Hurry up and get the hotpot started, bring me some tripe, beef, and lamb!"
"Alright!" Uncle Zhong shook his head helplessly, helped Huang Wen turn on the hotpot, then turned around and brought him a pile of hotpot ingredients. Watching the hotpot slowly boil, Huang Wen's mouth watered.
Before long, Huang Wen started eating heartily. It had to be said that martial artists had large appetites and weren't afraid of hot food. Uncle Zhong, after the last table of guests left, turned on the TV hanging above.
"This station's exclusive report: Tony Stark has developed a new type of missile called the Jericho missile…" The news voice came from the TV, causing Huang Wen's chopsticks to involuntarily stop.
Who? Tony Shit-head? Did I mishear?
Huang Wen subconsciously looked up at the TV screen, and then he saw a familiar face appear on the television.
"This is just something I whipped up. I could create something better, but there's no need. It's already good enough… Oh, what was it called again?"