At this moment, Huang Wen, whom Butler Zhong and Zhong Qiang spoke of, had already returned to his own martial arts school, directly closing the door. Anyway, no students were coming, so it didn't matter whether the door was closed or not.
Huang Wen sat cross-legged in the center of the martial arts school, adjusting his vital energy, spirit, and mind.
Well, actually, it wasn't that profound; he was just relaxing his mind and, by the way, feeling the power of that hidden force.
Huang Wen had felt this hidden force in the dark alley these past two days. Calling it a hidden force, it was actually just an extra surge of power within his body.
This force, when calculated, was actually not as strong as Huang Wen's own physical strength. Even if one point of vital energy was equivalent to ten points of stamina, Huang Wen currently possessed 34 points of stamina.
Therefore, the power of this hidden force was only about one-third of Huang Wen's total strength, if not less.
Moreover, this hidden force could not be projected outside the body; it could only be released in conjunction with his own physical force, which made it very limited.
But even so, Huang Wen wanted to thoroughly understand this hidden force. After all, he had read novels. Hidden Force, Transformation Force, Adamant Force—if he could continuously improve, even without a lottery system, he would at least have some initial self-preservation ability in this world.
However, the hidden force was not that easy to improve. Even with Ip Man's talent, it took a lifetime, plus the system's optimization, to condense this bit of hidden force.
Even though Huang Wen's physical fitness was far superior to Ip Man's now, his cultivation of martial arts and understanding of kung fu were not much stronger than Ip Man's.
Of course, it was also because Huang Wen had only been practicing Wing Chun for a short time. Although he had perfectly mastered his own strength due to the combined experience of the original Huang Wen and Ip Man, it was still too difficult for him to make further progress on his own.
"Tonight, I'll go check out the Benson Gang… or rather, the Goryeon Gang," Huang Wen opened his eyes and pondered. "Using my invisibility ability, I'll first infiltrate the Goryeon Gang's underworld, and then strike when the time is right."
"If all the important figures of the Goryeon Gang are there, I'll directly take them out to avoid any prolonged complications. They might become vigilant after discovering Benson's disappearance!"
Having made his decision, Huang Wen stood up and began to warm up next to the wooden dummy. With 34 points of stamina, Huang Wen might not be able to defeat Captain America yet, but he certainly had the ability to fight for a day, especially when his opponent was a wooden dummy.
Night gradually fell, and Chinatown was brightly lit. At night, Chinatown had a lively atmosphere, with people continuously coming to visit and explore.
The signs of various shops in Chinatown, including Huang Wen's Wing Chun martial arts school, flickered with various lights, illuminating the entire Chinatown.
"It's time to go." Huang Wen, standing in the martial arts school, opened his eyes. With a thought, a tuxedo covered his body, and then he walked upstairs to the second floor.
Huang Wen had no intention of leaving through the main entrance, as there were still passersby and tourists outside, and it would be inconvenient if he were seen.
Huang Wen came to a room on the second floor, activated stealth mode, then opened the window. His fingers gripped the wall, and the suction from the tuxedo gave Huang Wen the ability to walk on walls.
Huang Wen stuck himself to the wall, closed the window with his backhand, leaving only a small gap for when he returned.
Then, Huang Wen exerted force with his hands, and in no time, he climbed onto the roof of the building, taking in the entire Chinatown below.
"What exactly is the principle?" Huang Wen looked at his fingers and couldn't help but scratch his head. He knew that there was no tuxedo on his palms, yet the tuxedo could still give his palms strong suction, just like Spider-Man.
However, Spider-Man relies on his own abilities; he can stick to walls even with clothes on. But he relies on the technology in his clothes; he can stick to walls even without clothes... Uh, why does that sound strange?
"Poor people rely on mutation, rich people rely on technology. Am I considered part of the rich people series?" Huang Wen mumbled to himself.
Then he looked in the direction of the karate dojo and started running across the rooftops.
"I'm quite like Jackie Chan's parkour, but I run much faster than him." A thought flashed through Huang Wen's mind, and soon, Huang Wen arrived at the entrance of the karate dojo.
At this time, the karate dojo was just like the previous two nights, with people continuously walking in. However, their attire was far inferior to the tuxedo Huang Wen was wearing; it was completely not high-class enough.
Of course, they couldn't see Huang Wen, nor could they see the tuxedo he was wearing.
In a nearby coffee shop, Peggy looked around the cafe with some confusion. The mysterious Chinese man, after she asked for his name, had not appeared again, which made her feel a little regretful. She still wanted to know if that Chinese man knew Chinese kung fu.
Huang Wen followed the crowd into the karate dojo. What he saw was not much different from his own martial arts school, except for the absence of fitness equipment and wooden dummies.
The karate dojo was divided into small rooms, where one could see the training situation inside from the outside. In the very center upon entering, there was a reception area.
However, the small rooms were empty at this time; there was no one inside. A row of receptionists stood at the front desk, smiling at the wealthy people who walked in, as these were all their customers.
Subsequently, guided by the receptionists, the wealthy people entered a door. Huang Wen followed, first going down a flight of stairs, and then Huang Wen looked at the scene before him with some surprise.
To be honest, Huang Wen had imagined what the underworld would look like. After all, he had been to the underworld in his previous life. To put it nicely, it was actually a large basement with a big boxing ring in the middle, surrounded by a packed audience.
But this place was completely different. This was a place similar to the Venetian Macao, with all sorts of gambling facilities. The wealthy people around, familiar with the place, went to their favorite games.
Going further inside, there was another level, a world where underground boxing matches were held. The venue was especially large, somewhat resembling the Roman Colosseum, with spectators all around, looking down at the fights in the arena, each one filled with excitement.
The gladiatorial arena was covered in bloodstains, and the organizers had no intention of cleaning them up, as this was how they could make these wealthy people experience the most authentic madness.
Huang Wen watched the fight in the arena and couldn't help but shake his head. Two burly men, about two meters tall, were fighting wildly, teeth flying, blood splattering everywhere, but neither of them stopped.
In such a gladiatorial arena, only one person could survive: the victor.
Huang Wen did not linger but continued to walk. On the next level, it became a series of small rooms, from which came the frantic shouts of men and women, as if they were high.
Huang Wen still did not stop, because here, these were all just places where the Goryeon Gang did business. Huang Wen had not yet seen the true high-ranking members of the Goryeon Gang.