When I rushed downstairs, there were two police cars parked at the door, and in the Chinese medicine hall on the first floor, Mr. Feng Cheng was talking to several American policemen, but Mr. Feng Cheng's English was not very good, and there was a resentment in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing Huang Yifei and a few of them coming in, Old Man Feng Cheng immediately said angrily to Feng Xin: "You come to communicate with these ghosts, they can't understand what I say!"

Hearing Old Man Feng Cheng's instructions, Feng Xin and White immediately went over to communicate with the police, while Huang Yifei and Feng Xinyue, two juniors, went over to support Old Man Feng, planning to let him sit down first to dissipate his anger.

"Uncle Shi, what the hell is going on?"

"It's not a big deal, you don't have to worry about it. By the way, you defeated Pacquiao yesterday, and we Chinese style were played in the ring, and Uncle Shi didn't have time to congratulate you!"

Old Man Feng waved his hand to open the topic, obviously not wanting Huang Yifei to get involved, but now that he has seen it, how can Huang Yifei stay out of the matter? So he continued to ask: "Uncle Shi, I am also an official Wing Chun Sect person, this Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall is my home, tell me what happened." ”

"Yes, grandpa, what happened?" Feng Xinyue also asked anxiously, she also went to New York with Feng Xin to watch Huang Yifei's "Battle of Honor", so she didn't know anything about what happened.

"Last night was the time for your ring match, and I asked all the students of the Wing Chun Martial Arts Gym to go back to rest on vacation. As a result, in the early hours of the morning, I heard a lot of movement outside, and then I saw someone smashing the signboard of the Wing Chun martial arts hall upstairs! By the time I rushed down, people had already driven away, and then the police called the police, and there were so many ghosts who couldn't communicate at all!"

When the old man Feng Cheng said this, he obviously had a sense of anger, in the traditional Chinese market rules, "destroying people's helmsmen, picking people's halls, and smashing people's signboards" is almost equivalent to having a big enmity between you and me, and in ancient times, it was a killing!

Even if it is to enter the modern society, it is not like the ancient traditional rules, but this kind of Wing Chun martial arts hall signboard was smashed, the anger in the heart of the old man Feng Cheng can be imagined, Huang Yifei even saw that under the appearance that the old man Feng Cheng forcibly suppressed, his body trembled slightly because of the anger.

"Who did it?" Huang Yifei was angry at this time, and he entered the door of Wing Chun, and he was also a formal disciple who made six salutes and three sacrifices in front of the ancestor and handed over tea, so Huang Yifei is the person in this vein, no matter what, this field must be recovered!

"I don't know, but with the help of the street lamp, I don't look like a ghost, I should also be a yellow Asian. ”

When he heard this, Huang Yifei's face was a little unsightly, in fact, the most bullying Chinese abroad were some Chinese. Even a few foreign Chinese gangsters never dared to find ghosts to cause trouble, and specifically stared at some domestic newcomers to extort money, and sometimes Huang Yifei saw this kind of scene, but also mourned his misfortune and anger, and it was not as bloody as the big circle and other gangsters in the eighties of the last century.

But Mr. Feng Cheng is also an old man who has been based in Chinatown for decades, and he is also a member of the Zhi Gong Court, there should be no Chinese gang who is so brainless to make trouble, which means that it is very likely that other yellow people in Asia did it.

At this time, Senior Brother White came over and said to Old Man Feng Cheng: "Master, I have contacted my comrades from the Chicago Police Department, and he will focus on this matter, and now he is calling up the road monitoring system, and there should be a result soon." ”

"Hmm" Old Man Feng Cheng nodded, as a retired member of the Rangers, many of his former comrades-in-arms have retired and entered the United States law enforcement agencies, just as there are people in China who are easy to do, and the same is true for the United States.

The group returned to the second floor to rest, and Feng Xin and White stayed downstairs to clean up the mess, and at the same time called Senior Brother Zhang Zheng in Beicheng District to ask him to customize a new Wing Chun plaque. Zhang Zheng married a white woman in the United States, so he lived far away, and he didn't know what happened to the Wing Chun martial arts hall.

Back upstairs, Senior Uncle Feng Cheng didn't want to show anything in front of Huang Yifei, but encouraged Huang Yifei with a smile and said: "Yifei, although you didn't go to the scene yesterday, I watched the live broadcast in its entirety, played very well, and played with the momentum of our Chinese!"

Uncle Feng Cheng, who does not belong to ABC (the second generation of Chinese born in the United States, later referred to all Chinese), although he fled to the United States during the war years, he still has no sense of national identity with the United States in his bones, and still likes to call himself Chinese.

"Thank you, Uncle for the compliment. Huang Yifei replied modestly.

"Yifei, I'm not complimenting you, I'm really excited to see the emergence of a Chinese boxing champion. And you defeated Pacquiao, even if you are famous in the United States, maybe the revitalization and transformation of traditional Chinese martial arts in the future will be on you, I didn't expect that I will be old in this life, and I will be able to see the birth of a Bruce Lee again, this life is worth it!"

Uncle Feng Cheng said very emotionally and excitedly, he didn't mean to divert the topic, because the emergence of Huang Yifei, China's top boxing champion, is far more important than a Wing Chun signboard. Just like the "sick man of East Asia" signboard, although it has been broken for many years, many Chinese always subconsciously think that Chinese physique, physical fitness and so on are inherently inferior to foreigners, this is the signboard that has not been broken in their hearts.

Just like Gu Hongming said during the Republic of China, "The braids on my head are tangible, but the braids in your hearts are intangible." "The birth of Huang Yifei will prove to the world that the Chinese are as strong as Pacquiao's driving effect." It can even drive the prestige of Chinese martial arts, just like Thailand's national strength is not strong, but from Naipong Paipa Ling, to the current Boqiu, several generations of Muay Thai fighters have made Muay Thai famous all over the world.

Huang Yifei understood what the hope and emotion in the heart of Old Man Feng Cheng were, but the responsibility given by Uncle Feng Cheng was too great, so big that Huang Yifei might not be able to bear such a heavy responsibility, so he could only nod his head and respond to it.

At this time, Senior Brother White came upstairs, looked at Feng Cheng and said, "Master, my comrades-in-arms from the Chicago Police Department called me just now, and they have probably locked down the person who secretly smashed the signboard this time. ”

"Who?" Huang Yifei and the others asked almost in unison.

"The car drove into the Korean Martial Arts Center in the next block. ”

When they heard this term, Old Man Feng Cheng and Huang Yifei both got up from their seats, their faces were full of anger, they really didn't expect Koreans to do such a despicable thing, if they wanted to smash the signboard between the martial arts halls, they could come to the door and kick the hall, this way of smashing the signboard in the middle of the night was really despicable!

"Where is the Korean Martial Arts Gym, I'll go over and visit it now!" Old Man Feng Cheng's face was like frost, and almost this sentence meant that he was ready to go to the door to kick the gym.

Huang Yifei had seen the strength of Old Man Feng Cheng, and the six-and-a-half stick in his hand was simply shocking. Even such an unpopular stick method as Wing Chun is practiced superbly, so there is no doubt about the Wing Chun boxing method of Old Man Feng Cheng.

But after all, the old man Feng Cheng is almost eighty years old, and he is afraid of being young and strong, and as a senior of Wing Chun at the level of the Chicago Town Hall, according to the traditional rules, this kind of thing will not be done by the master himself, because if the other party is not very old, he will lose his position.

Therefore, Huang Yifei and White hurriedly stopped Old Man Feng Cheng and said, "Master, uncle, you don't need to come forward for this kind of thing, leave it to our juniors!"

Old Man Feng Cheng was also furious just now, and he quickly understood that it was indeed not suitable for him to come forward directly, like him, a traditional martial artist of the older generation, who paid more attention to the rules.

"White, your senior brother Feng Xin is a doctor, and he doesn't study martial arts deeply, you wait to go to the Korean martial arts hall with the second senior brother Zhang Zheng, I want to see why this martial arts hall in South Korea dares to smash the signboard of Chinese Wing Chun!"

After saying this, Old Man Feng Cheng slapped his palm on the table, only to see that the tabletop board broke directly with a "snap", and the tea set on the table was spilled all over the ground.

Huang Yifei saw the power of this palm, his mouth opened in surprise, he had seen the palm of the old man Ye Huai in the park a long time ago, but he didn't expect that Feng Cheng, who was a fellow disciple, would not fall behind in the slightest. You must know that the furniture in this Wing Chun martial arts hall is made of solid wood, and this palm is going to crack the tabletop, how much palm power is there, this practice is not Wing Chun is an iron sand palm, right?

Of course, Huang Yifei would not say the surprise in his heart, and White also understood that the master was really angry this time, after all, smashing people's signboards is the same as a life and death battle book, with you and me, so White quickly nodded yes, and prepared to go downstairs to meet Zhang Zheng for a while.

Seeing this scene, Huang Yifei did not hesitate at all, and said directly: "Senior Brother White, I'll go with you." ”

"No, you're not fit to do that right now. Without waiting for White to speak, Feng Cheng decisively rejected Huang Yifei's request, he didn't want Huang Yifei to take any risks.

Huang Yifei naturally understood what Feng Cheng was worried about, so he said to Feng Cheng: "Uncle Shi, I was originally a professional fighter, besides, isn't there Zhang Zheng and Senior Brother White here, do you think we can't deal with those Koreans?"

Sure enough, Huang Yifei's later words provoked Feng Cheng, and he said angrily: ", our Wing Chun disciples won't be able to pay for Korean martial arts?"

"That's right, uncle, don't worry, I'm not a flower in a greenhouse, boxing champions are all beaten!" (To be continued.) )