Chapter 21： Promise to cooperate

Located at Georgetown University in Washington, Reese Fisk put down the phone, thought about it, then dialed a call and waited for the "beep!" After that, Reese Fisk said, "Uncle James, are you busy?"

"I'm not busy, Master, do you have any instructions? Do you want to come back this afternoon? I will arrange a car to pick you up?" James Wesley's voice is very respectful and humble.

"Well, I do have to go back this week." Rees Fisk nodded, "You can ask my father if there are any extra champion fighters on my side. I want to borrow them."

"Then you go to check, what are the entanglements between the Colin Gang and Chinatown, especially the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall..."

"Okay, master, I'll make arrangements and I will get back to you as soon as possible!" James Willis took a look at the side and agreed.

"Well, I'm going to class first." Reese Fisk hung up the phone.

"Corian Gang?" Next to James Willis sat a man who looked very rich, like a meat mountain, and his gaze turned to James Willis.

"It's a small gang in the neighborhood near Chinatown in New York. It was basically destroyed last night." James Willis hurriedly explained, "The young master's roommate is a Chinese in Chinatown. The Brother Lian Gang should have something to do with the young master's roommate... "

"Well, go check it." The Roshan man nodded, "As for the boxer, when he comes back, ask him what he is going to do!"

"Yes! Boss!" James Willis responded and turned and left.

In the evening, an SUV parked in front of Georgetown University. Rees Fisk got in the car, and James Willis was waiting for him in the car.

"Thank you, Uncle James." Rees Fisk nodded kindly, got in the car, "That's the way things are done? Did my father agree? There's something for Brother Lin to help..."

"The things about the Colin Gang and Chinatown have basically been checked out." James Willis handed over a stack of materials and photos and explained it.

"Huang Hong, the owner of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, died some time ago. It was done by a member of the Brother Lin Gang. A few days ago, Benson, the owner of the Karate Hall on the surface of the Brother Lin Gang, went to the Wing Chun Martial Art Hall and he was suspected of coming to provoke him. ."

"Later, Huang Hong's son Huang Wen suspected of leaving the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall. His whereabouts are unknown, and the surveillance cameras did not catch him."

"But two days later, Benson mysteriously disappeared. That night, all the senior members of the Colian Gang died. A physical mutant mutant with evolved mutant abilities was beaten to death. The body was taken away by the military's special operations team."

"However, neither the clerk of the Brotherhood nor the cameras everywhere found suspicious persons entering the Brotherhood, let alone the conference room of the Brotherhood..."

"How is the skill of that Huang asked?" Res Fisk was silent for a moment, and asked.

"According to the news from Chinatown, this Huang Wen is very strong." James Willis pointed to the information in Wilson Reese's hands, "His father Huang Hong easily defeated Benson, and Huang Wen's strength is still yellow. Above the macro!"

"In Huang Wen's high school, the entire rugby team once provoke Huang Wen, and he knocked them down in one minute..."

"No wonder you have the confidence to challenge the fighting champion!" There was a clear flash in Reese Fisk's eyes, "Does my father know about this matter?"

"The boss already knows. After he asks you to go back, you can contact your roommate to provide him with a fight championship, but you must try his strength first." James Willis nodded and said.

"Okay, I also want to see how good the people who are respected by alarm clocks are!" A light flashed in Lis Fisk's eyes, "And the mutant of the Brother Lian Gang, did he solve it? …"

"If he really solves the problem, his strength should not be underestimated!" James Willis said with some emotion, "Is it really so powerful?"

In the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall of Chinatown, Huang Wen is teaching Zhong Qiang the basic skills of practicing Wing Chun, the two-character pliers sheep and horse.

After this day, Zhong Qiang's waist, hips, thighs and other places, I don't know how many times he was photographed by Huang Wen.

Of course, don't get me wrong. It's not that Huang Wen has any special habit, but the tight place is tight and the loose place is loose, so that you can find the feeling of two-character pliers.

However, Zhong Qiang’s physique is indeed at a level. If you exercise regularly and have very good physical fitness at 10 o’clock, if a healthy average person has 7 energy, then Zhong Qiang, I’m afraid Only 5 points of energy left.

Even Huang Wen felt that Uncle Zhong’s energy should be higher than that of Zhong Qiang!

Therefore, every less than 10 minutes, Zhong Qiang would collapse on the ground with exhaustion.

If it wasn't for Huang Wen to show Zhong Qiang the power of dark energy, he aroused Zhong Qiang's curiosity, thinking that this was Huang Wen's family martial arts, Zhong Qiang really couldn't persist.

"Tingling!" A ringing tone came from the cell phone beside, Zhong Qiang ran over in relief, UU reading finally had a reason to be lazy!

"Ris Fisk." After Zhong Qiang saw the phone call, he gave Huang Qiao a low voice prompt, and then connected the phone, "Hello, Rees, how is the matter?"

"My father has agreed, but he said he wants to see you and ask my brother with a fight champion." Rees Fisk said with a smile, "It just so happens that my father and I want to see the real demolition. Putty Kung Fu, don't you mind showing us your hands?"

Zhong Qiang glanced at Huang Wen subconsciously. When he saw Huang Wen nodding his head, Zhong Qiang smiled this time and said, "No problem, when will you come over?"

"It's about noon tomorrow." After taking a look at his father, Reese Fisk fixed the time.

"That's right, I invite you to my hot pot restaurant to have a good meal!" Zhong Qiang laughed, "Then we will see you at noon tomorrow."

Zhong Qiang put down the phone and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Huang Wen with some concern and said, "By the way, I ask, how is your injury? Doesn't it affect?"

"It's okay." Huang Wen smiled and shook his head and moved his fingers. "Except that the fingers may still be a bit painful tomorrow, the injuries on my body should be able to recover. If I use my fingers, forcibly squeezing my fists will not affect me. Big."

"Then I can rest assured." Zhong Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Huang tentatively and asked, "Ask brother, now that the matter is settled, can I rest? I feel like I continue to practice. I should not be able to get up tomorrow..."

"It's okay, just go back and let Uncle Zhong wipe you a touch of medicinal wine!" Huang Wen grinned, "Now, let's practice!"

"No, ask brother!" Zhong Qiang made a miserable cry with a bitter smile on his face.