That night, Zhong Qiang was carried back to the hot pot restaurant by Huang Wen. Huang Wen handed the medicinal wine to Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong smiled helplessly, glared at the unscrupulous Zhong Qiang, and took him upstairs.

The next morning, Zhong Qiang didn't get up at all. I don't know if he really couldn't get up, or was afraid of getting up in the morning, so he was called to practice martial arts by Huang Wen.

"You still want to learn the martial arts of your family?" Uncle Zhong looked at Zhong Qiang who was huddled under the quilt and couldn't help but shake his head, "Okay, get up early, isn't your roommate coming here? I'll buy some fresh ingredients..."

"Dingling!" It was almost noon when Zhong Qiang's phone rang. Zhong Qiang, who had not yet come to his senses, subconsciously answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Alarm clock, you haven't gotten up yet?" Ries Fisk's mocking voice rang, "What time is it? You've squeezed yourself out, right?"

"Isn't it just that I have squeezed myself out?" Zhong Qiang sighed heavily, "I practiced martial arts for a day yesterday, and the last little strength I have been drained from my body. I don't have the strength yet. I'll get up and take a shower. Where have you been?"

"It's almost twenty minutes left." Rees Fisk glanced at the driver and said after receiving the reply.

"Okay, I'll get up after taking a shower." After a fierce struggle with the quilt sealed, Zhong Qiang finally got up and started to wash up. Zhong Qiang felt his sore body and realized for a moment that martial arts are really not that easy to practice.

Soon, a luxury RV drove out of Chinatown and parked at the door of the hot pot restaurant. Then a strong man ran down and opened the car door in a flattering manner.

"Boxing champion Tairi?" In the hot pot restaurant, Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly explained to Huang Wen and Zhong Bo beside him, "Tairi is a Grand Slam boxing champion in various competitions of free fighting and mixed martial arts, and has won the ultimate fighting championship for two consecutive times!"

It is obvious that Zhong Qiang helped Huang Wen do his homework. This boxing champion Tairi can be regarded as the most valuable and famous among boxing champions. Zhong Qiang did not expect that his roommate would really invite such a heavyweight boxing champion.

"Alarm clock! Your home is not small!" Reese Fix got out of the RV. Huang Wen saw the appearance of this little fat man. He looked very kind, but Huang Wen could keenly notice that the little fat man was looking at him in secret.

"It's normal." Zhong Qiang walked forward and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that you actually invited the boxing champion Tyri... Hum?"

As Zhong Qiang was talking, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. Subconsciously, Zhong Qiang closed his mouth and looked at the RV. When he saw a meat mountain more than two meters tall walking out, Zhong Qiang subconsciously took a step back.

"Is it okay?" Huang Wen held Zhong Qiang, smiled and patted Zhong Qiang on the shoulder, then nodded at Roushan, "Huang Wen."

"Wilson Grant Fisker." Roshan said his name, and took the initiative to reach out and nodded at Huang Wen with a smile.

With a slight sound of "Bang!", Huang Wen and Wilson Grant Fisker's hands were held together, and a shocking force was passed into Huang Wen's hands, which made Huang Wen feel a little surprised.

This power is not much weaker than him. In other words, the Wilson Grant Fisker in front of him is not fat, but has amazing power, and even the power has exceeded the limit of the human body!

"Mr. Huang is so strong." Wilson Grant Fisker did not say the title of Mr. Question. It was obvious that he also knew the names of Chinese people.

"Mr. Fisk, please be polite." Huang Wen did not remember who Wilson Grant Fisk was in front of him. With such a long name, Huang Wen said that he could not remember it at all.

"If you don't mind, I want to have a chance to have a fight with Mr. Huang. I wonder if it's okay?" Wilson Grant Fisker's eyes flashed. Seeing Lie, he stared at Huang happily, "Of course, no matter whether you win or lose, Mr. Huang can use Terry to promote it, and we will even take the initiative to promote it for you. How about it?"

"Then I'm disrespectful." Huang Wen nodded and agreed. Huang Wen was also eager to try such a heavyweight opponent who surpassed the limits of the human body. "Come to my martial arts hall, it's spacious inside and can be used!"

Huang Wen led the way toward the Wing Chun martial arts hall. Wilson Grant Fisk behind him had no intention of getting in the car, so he followed directly. Zhong Qiang, Ris Fisk, and boxing champion Tyri also followed. Uncle Zhong had no intention of watching the fun and stayed in place with the driver, and then turned around to prepare for dinner.

"Wilson Grant Fisker? Who is it?" Huang Weng muttered in his heart as he walked, "Why should foreigners take such a long name? Is it a mutant? Such a great force, or another superpower?"

After a few steps, Huang Wen opened the door of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall and walked in with everyone. When he saw the empty and somewhat deserted Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, Wilson Grant Fisker smiled and said, "Mr. Huang is indeed a bit deserted here."

"Yes, Chinese Kung Fu requires unremitting practice and cannot relax for a day, so it is difficult for anyone to persevere." Huang Wen said, naturally, those students before Huang Hong were the students. After so many years of Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, Huang Hong didn't even accept a real apprentice because no one really persevered.

"Don't Mr. Huang know my identity yet?" Wilson Grant Fisker looked at Huang Wen's indifferent expression and suddenly asked, "Mr. Huang should know that I have a small gang, right?"

"I'm really not familiar with this." Huang Wen shook his head, "I'm sorry I haven't heard of Mr. Fiske's name."

"Or, you can call me Jin Bing." Wilson Grant Fisker or Jin Bing looked straight into Huang Wen's eyes, trying to see a trace of strangeness.

"Jin Bing?" Huang Wen pondered for a moment. Looking at Jin Bing who looked like a mountain in front of him, Huang Wen finally thought of Jin Bing's identity.

Jin Bing, the largest gang leader in New York and even the United States, is meticulous and intelligent, and has more than ordinary people. More than 90% of his body are muscles, amazing strength, can penetrate a wall with bare hands, and he is also a world's top fighting master!

His goal is to control the entire American gang in his own hands and establish a dark empire, and he is the underworld emperor of this dark empire!

"Why is there any matter with Kim Bing?" Huang Wen couldn't help but mutter, "Are you mistaken? You just found a gang leader, and it turned out to be Kim Bing. By the way, what kind of plot is Kim Bing in a movie and TV series? Forget it, don't care..."
Chapter completed!