That night, Zhong Qiang was carried back to the hotpot restaurant by Huang Wen. Huang Wen handed the medicated wine to Uncle Zhong, who smiled helplessly, glared at the disappointing Zhong Qiang, and took him upstairs.
The next morning, Zhong Qiang didn't get up at all. It was unclear if he genuinely couldn't or if he was afraid of being called to practice martial arts by Huang Wen again.
"And you still want to learn your Brother Wen's family martial arts?" Uncle Zhong shook his head, looking at Zhong Qiang huddled in his quilt. "Alright, get up early. Isn't your roommate coming over? I'll go buy some fresh ingredients..."
"Ding-a-ling!" Close to noon, Zhong Qiang's phone rang. Still half-asleep, Zhong Qiang instinctively answered: "Hello?"
"Alarm clock, you haven't gotten up yet, have you?" The mocking voice of Reese Fisk sounded. "What time is it? You haven't exhausted yourself, have you?"
"I certainly have exhausted myself!" Zhong Qiang sighed heavily. "I practiced martial arts all day yesterday, and every last bit of my strength was drained. I still don't have any energy now. I'll get up and take a shower. Where are you?"
"About twenty minutes," Reese Fisk said after glancing at the driver and getting a reply.
"Okay, I'll get up after I shower." After a fierce struggle with the quilt that had sealed him, Zhong Qiang finally got up to wash. Feeling his sore body, he suddenly realized that martial arts truly weren't that easy to learn.
Before long, a luxurious RV drove into Chinatown, stopping in front of the hotpot restaurant. Then, a burly man rushed out and obsequiously opened the car door.
"Terri, the Boxing King?" Inside the hotpot restaurant, Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up. He quickly explained to Huang Wen and Uncle Zhong beside him, "Terri is a Grand Slam boxing king in various free combat and mixed martial arts competitions, and he's been the Ultimate Fighting Champion for two consecutive terms!"
Clearly, Zhong Qiang had done his homework for Huang Wen. This Boxing King Terri could be considered the highest-paid and most famous among all boxing kings. Zhong Qiang hadn't expected his roommate to actually invite such a heavyweight boxing king.
"Alarm clock! Your house isn't small at all!" Reese Fisk stepped out of the RV. Huang Wen saw the little chubby man, who looked very kind, but Huang Wen could keenly sense that the chubby man was secretly observing him.
"It's alright," Zhong Qiang walked forward, smiling, and said, "I didn't expect you to invite Boxing King Terri... Hmm?"
As Zhong Qiang was speaking, he suddenly felt an intense pressure. Subconsciously, Zhong Qiang closed his mouth and looked at the RV. When he saw a mountain of flesh over two meters tall emerge, Zhong Qiang instinctively took half a step back.
"Are you alright?" Huang Wen steadied Zhong Qiang, smiled, and patted his shoulder, then nodded at the mountain of flesh. "Huang Wen."
"Wilson Grant Fisk," the mountain of flesh said his name and extended his hand, nodding at Huang Wen with a smile.
With a soft "snap!", Huang Wen and Wilson Grant Fisk's hands clasped together. An astonishing force transferred into Huang Wen's hand, surprising him.
This power was not much weaker than his own, meaning that the Wilson Grant Fisk in front of him was not merely fat, but possessed astonishing strength, even exceeding the limits of the human body!
"Mr. Huang has great strength." Wilson Grant Fisk did not use the title "Mr. Wen"; clearly, he was aware of the Chinese naming convention of surname first.
"Mr. Fisk is too kind." Huang Wen couldn't recall who the Wilson Grant Fisk in front of him was; with such a long name, Huang Wen admitted he couldn't remember it at all.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to spar with Mr. Huang. Would that be possible?" Wilson Grant Fisk's eyes gleamed as he stared at Huang Wen, eager for a challenge. "Of course, win or lose, Mr. Huang can use Terri for publicity, and we'll even actively help you promote it. What do you say?"
"Then I would be honored," Huang Wen agreed, feeling a surge of excitement for such a heavyweight opponent who transcended human limits. "Come to my martial arts school; it's spacious enough for us to move around!"
Huang Wen led the way towards the Wing Chun martial arts school. Behind him, Wilson Grant Fisk showed no intention of getting back into the car and followed directly. Zhong Qiang, Reese Fisk, and Boxing King Terri also followed. Uncle Zhong, however, had no interest in watching the excitement and stayed behind with the driver, then turned to prepare for dinner.
"Wilson Grant Fisk? Who is that?" Huang Wen muttered to himself as he walked. "Why do foreigners have such long names? Is he a mutant? With such great strength, or is he some other kind of superpower user?"
After a few steps, Huang Wen opened the door to the Wing Chun martial arts school and led everyone inside. Seeing the empty, somewhat desolate Wing Chun martial arts school, Wilson Grant Fisk smiled and said, "Mr. Huang's place is indeed a bit desolate."
"Yes, Chinese kung fu requires unremitting practice, without a single day of slack. Therefore, it's difficult for anyone to persevere," Huang Wen said, naturally referring to Huang Hong's previous students. The Wing Chun martial arts school had been open for so many years, yet Huang Hong hadn't taken on a single true disciple because no one had truly persevered.
"Mr. Huang still doesn't know my identity?" Wilson Grant Fisk suddenly asked, looking at Huang Wen's calm expression. "Mr. Huang should know that I have a small gang, right?"
"I'm not very familiar with matters of that sort," Huang Wen shook his head. "I apologize, I haven't heard of Mr. Fisk's esteemed name."
"Or, you can call me Kingpin." Wilson Grant Fisk, or rather, Kingpin, looked directly into Huang Wen's eyes, trying to detect any abnormality.
"Kingpin?" Huang Wen pondered for a moment, looking at the mountain-of-flesh-like Kingpin in front of him. Huang Wen finally recalled Kingpin's identity.
Kingpin, the leader of the largest gang in New York and even the entire United States. He is meticulous, far more intelligent than ordinary people, with over ninety percent of his body being muscle, possessing astonishing strength, capable of punching through a wall with his bare hands, and he himself is a world-class combat expert!
His goal is to control all the gangs in the entire United States, establish a dark empire, and he would be the emperor of the underworld in this dark empire!
"Why is Kingpin involved?" Huang Wen couldn't help but mutter. "You've got to be kidding me, just randomly finding a gang leader, and it turns out to be Kingpin. By the way, which movie or TV show was Kingpin from? Never mind, I'll deal with it later..."