Chapter 4： Tony Stark? Marvel?

Huang Wudi...cough cough, Huang Wen walked out calmly, and suddenly remembered that he should fix the door first, otherwise, when he comes back, I am afraid the martial arts gym will be emptied. The fitness equipment in the martial arts gym is still worthwhile. Some money!

After a long time, Huang Wen, who had repaired the door lock, walked out of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall and came to the streets of Chinatown. There is no difference in the Chinatowns I've been to.

Here, there is a combination of ancient architecture and modern life. Although it is not a complete heritage of traditional culture, it can also allow the world to simply understand how China lived in the past.

Walking on the streets of Chinatown, Huang Wen has some memories in his mind. It is the memory of this Chinatown. The original Huang Wen has basically never left Chinatown, except for school.

After graduating from university, Huang Wen returned to Chinatown. In the martial arts gym, he helped his father teach boxing. The young and strong Huang Wen, except that his experience may not be as good as Huang Hong, his physical fitness is still higher than that of Huang Hong.

"This hot pot restaurant seems to taste pretty good, and there are acquaintances." It hasn't been a short time since I have traveled to the present. The original Huang Wen did not eat or drink for a few days. Although Huang Wen does not feel weak now, he subconsciously Yes, Huang Wen still wants to have a big meal.

"Small question! You have finally come out. We haven't come out for so many days. We are all worried that something will happen to you!" Huang Wen just walked into the Bayu hot pot restaurant. He said, "I just saw that Benson seems to have gone to your martial arts gym..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I'm fine." Looking at the worry on Uncle Zhong's face, Huang Wen quickly assumed his role and shook his head with a smile.

"Little question, if you want me to say, don't continue to investigate the cause of your father's death." Zhong Bo took Huang Wen to the corner of no one to sit down, "Behind Benson's karate gym, there are very strong Power, and it must involve black..."

"I know, Xiaowen, your martial arts talent is very good, your father praised you more than once, saying that you have surpassed him and can carry forward the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall!"

"But no matter how high martial arts is, you are afraid of bullets! Just like your father, although he won, he couldn't hide from the cold gunner behind him!"

"Uncle Zhong, did you know any news?" Huang asked his gaze. Uncle Zhong warned him so that he must have inquired about something, otherwise he would not say such a thing.

"Oh!" Uncle Zhong sighed heavily, looking rather helpless, "Your father's death, our neighbors in the neighborhood, are very angry. Back then, when we were blackmailed in Chinatown, it was your father who stood up. Come out and help us solve those gangsters..."

"But unfortunately, even though we have lived here for so long, we are still outsiders, and our network of relationships is still far behind the locals!"

There is a faint impression in Huang Wen’s memory. Huang Hong’s funeral was handled by Zhong Bo and others, and even the inheritance of the inheritance was also the relationship that Zhong Bo and others were looking for. Otherwise, it would not be solved so quickly, especially in Huang. Asked absent-mindedly.

"Uncle Zhong, what did you find out?" Huang asked shook his head and stared at Uncle Zhong's eyes, "At least, I have the right to know the truth, don't I?"

Huang Wen has some expectations at this time, hoping to find out the cause of Huang Hong's death directly from Zhong Bo, so that he can directly complete the first task, and he is more sure to avenge the original Huang Wen!

"I know, you won't give up if you ask me." Zhong Bo also shook his head, "The karate gym where your father competed on the surface is a karate gym, but there is a dark world underground!"

"I didn't have much news, I only inquired that there was a headquarters called the Brothers Gang, and Benson was the superficial principal of their Brothers Gang."

"Furthermore, it's just an obedient dog they released!"

"That brother Liangang, what does it do?" Huang Wen looked at the unmoved task page in front of him, feeling a little disappointed, not wise at all. He also came into contact with the Brother Liangang, so he couldn't open it like an online game. Is it a one-step task?

"They are involved in all kinds of businesses." Zhong Bo looked around again and made sure that no guests noticed them in the corner, before continuing, "Guns, gambling, black boxing, health care, sugar, they all have them. Dabble!"

"It's just that we haven't figured out why your father signed the status of life and death, and how did he provoke the brothers to the gang..."

"Underground Black Fist...I will find out!" Huang Wen heard a familiar name, patted Zhong Bo on the shoulder, and laughed, "However, I won't act recklessly, Zhong Bo don't worry!"

"Don't worry, I have already contacted Xingbang. Maybe they can help us." Zhong Bo lowered the volume. For the sake of..."

"Don't bother them!" Huang Wen shook his head decisively. He remembered the origins of the Star Gang. This is a gang organized by a group of martial arts gyms. It came to this country earlier than Huang Hong, so he faintly rejected it. Huang Hong.

Especially after Huang Hong covered the entire Chinatown alone, the Star Gang was even more uncomfortable with Huang Hong. In a sense, it was Huang Hong who broke the Star Gang’s fortune. If you lose, there will be more about these things.

"But..." Uncle Zhong opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he waved his hand when he saw Huang Wen.

"Uncle Zhong, I haven't eaten anything for a few days. Let's get to the boil and serve me some hairy belly, beef and mutton!"

"Oh! That's great!" Zhong Bo shook his head helplessly, helped Huang Wen open the hot pot, and turned around to help Huang Wen bring a bunch of hot pot ingredients, watching the slowly boiling hot pot, Huang Wen's mouth was faintly filled.

Not long after, Huang Wen took a big mouthful of food. I have to say that people who practice martial arts have a big appetite, and they are not afraid of being hot. TV.

"This reporter exclusively reported that Tony Stark has developed a new type of missile, called the Jericho missile..." The voice of the news came on TV, causing Huang Wen's chopsticks to stop.

Who? Tony big shit? Am I wrong?

Huang Wen raised his head subconsciously, looked at the TV screen, and then saw a familiar face appear on the TV.

"This is just my casual creation, I can create better, but it is not necessary, it is enough...Oh, what is it called?"