Brother Wen, we know we messed up. We just wanted to show a little bit of our worth!" Zhong Qiang grumbled, looking at Huang Wen with a bitter face, "We'll be careful from now on. If we encounter anything we can't handle, we'll definitely contact you first, Brother Wen… Oh, right, Brother Wen, the martial arts school has been renovated. When are you coming back?"
Huang Wen shook his head helplessly at Zhong Qiang's sudden change of topic. However, the current Zhong Qiang was indeed no longer the Zhong Qiang he used to be. After consuming the Blood Bodhi, Zhong Qiang, whose essence, qi, and spirit had each increased by 500 points, was now a minor expert.
Even if he were to face Iron Monger again, Zhong Qiang should be able to quickly resolve the situation with his agile light-body technique and quick reactions.
"Hmm, I'll go back and discuss it. Let me send you guys back first. No one is allowed to tell Uncle Zhong about what happened today and make him worry, understand?" Huang Wen pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Go back and discuss it? With whom?" Zhong Qiang was stunned. As for not telling Uncle Zhong, he hadn't planned on telling his dad anyway. Since everything was fine, it was better to pretend nothing had happened rather than make him worry and feel scared afterward.
"You're allowed to have a girlfriend, but I'm not? If I don't find one soon, your dad will probably drag me to a blind date!" Huang Wen glared at Zhong Qiang irritably, then suddenly thought of something and looked at Jack, "Jack, I need to trouble you with something…"
"Teacher, just say the word. As long as I can help, I'll do my best!" Jack's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded in response.
"Well, Belle came from a small village in France. She doesn't have any identification documents, so I want to get her a legal identity," Huang Wen said after organizing his thoughts slightly.
Actually, Belle's identity issue could also be handled by the silly girl forcefully infiltrating various systems, but having Jack do it would be easier than the silly girl. After all, infiltrating systems one by one for driver's licenses, passports, social security numbers, and so on, was too troublesome. Directly entering them would be much simpler.
"Okay, no problem. Teacher, send me Madam's information, and I'll help you with it right away. I guarantee there won't be any issues!" Jack quickly agreed with a smile.
"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. I'll take you guys back first," Huang Wen smiled and nodded. After taking the three back to Chinatown, Huang Wen glanced at the brand new Wing Chun Martial Arts School, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
The Wing Chun Martial Arts School now occupied twice its original area and was a full five stories high. The first floor housed various fitness equipment, the second floor was a large hall for practicing martial arts, and the third floor contained guest rooms and temporary lodging, with a small training ground in the middle, prepared for core students.
The fourth floor was for family and friends, similar to where Zhong Qiang would stay, or Logan and Huang Liang would reside permanently. As for the fifth floor, it was an expansion of the original Wing Chun Martial Arts School's second floor, designed by Reese Fisk. The overall layout was not much different from the original, except for being larger. Each stairwell had an automatic program door designed by the silly girl, separating floors based on identity to prevent students from wandering around.
"It's almost time to go back. I've only yet to visit the Bering Strait and parts of North America…" After surveying the Wing Chun Martial Arts School, a thought flashed through Huang Wen's mind, and his figure transformed into a speck of light, returning to the underground base.
"You're back?" Belle had completely refined the Blood Bodhi by now. When she saw that Huang Wen wasn't there, Belle had initially felt a bit flustered, but after learning his whereabouts from the silly girl, Belle had relaxed.
"Belle, I told you, the Wing Chun Martial Arts School has been renovated. Should we tour North America first, or go straight home?" Huang Wen asked Belle with a smile.
"Home…" Belle's pretty face flushed at the mention, then she nodded, "Then let's go home!"
"Good, then I'll take all these things back. They'll be perfect for decorating our room…" Huang Wen was overjoyed and quickly packed up the surrounding furniture, plaques, and fitness equipment he had brought.
"What do you mean 'our room'? We don't even sleep in the same room…" Belle's face grew even redder as she mumbled softly.
The next morning, Huang Wen, holding Belle's hand, arrived at the hot pot restaurant's entrance and shouted loudly, "Uncle Zhong, I'm back! Did you prepare breakfast for me?"
"Xiao Wen? You're really back?" Uncle Zhong hurriedly opened the door, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He glanced at Belle and said with a smile, "This must be Belle, right? Please come in, don't just stand there. Yesterday, Xiao Qiang told me, and I didn't believe this blockhead could find such a beautiful girlfriend. It's truly not easy…"
"Ahem, Uncle Zhong…" A hint of awkwardness flashed across Huang Wen's face, and he quickly coughed twice, signaling Uncle Zhong not to speak carelessly.
"Yes, isn't he just a blockhead?" Belle glared at Huang Wen with her beautiful eyes. She thought of Huang Wen's various awkward reactions when she first met him and touched him, and how after all this time, the two of them hadn't progressed further. She said grumpily.
"It seems this kid made you angry. Belle, don't worry, if this kid makes you angry again, just tell Uncle Zhong, and Uncle Zhong will teach him a good lesson!" Uncle Zhong glanced at Huang Wen and burst out laughing.
"Hello, Sister-in-law!"
"Hello, Madam!"
Zhong Qiang and Reese Fisk also came down from upstairs and greeted Belle, while Uncle Zhong turned to prepare breakfast.
Meanwhile, at Stark Industries, a press conference was being held. Despite the police and the Kingpin's group intervening, some details of last night's events still leaked out. However, by the time Huang Wen made his move, most of the people nearby had already fled. Therefore, only the story of two large robots fighting spread.
"Iron Man, that name sounds pretty good…" Tony Stark, holding a newspaper, read the report and felt a surge of warmth within him.
"But that statement is wrong. The Mark III is made of gold-titanium alloy, not steel. Still, the name is quite catchy…"
"Here's the speech. We've already prepared all the witnesses," Coulson handed over a speech. "Just read it. This is the truth. I have experience with this kind of thing; people will soon forget about it…"
"What about him?" Tony Stark suddenly looked up and asked.
"No one cares about him, just like I just said," Coulson shook his head with a faint smile.
"Will you still support me?" On the podium, Tony Stark looked at Colonel Rhodes.
"Yes," Colonel Rhodes nodded, "No matter what."
"Good!" Tony Stark took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Some people suspect whether I am a superhero. I know I'm not cut out to be a superhero. I have many flaws and have made many mistakes, but the truth is…",
"I am Iron Man."