In fact, those disciples who practice boxing in the Wing Chun Boxing Hall are not disciples of Mr. Feng, because in traditional Chinese etiquette, it is a very cautious thing to become a disciple, and choosing a disciple is not something you can easily like. The principle of being a teacher for one day and being a father for life is engraved in the bones of these traditional martial artists, so the students just now only called the master, not the master.

Huang Yifei followed Feng Cheng to see the disciples who practice boxing outside, and they were still in the basic stage. Kung Fu is not like other fighting techniques, and there is basically no immediate effect in the stage of practicing routines. Not only is it powerful, but it can't even be cool.

In this fast-paced modern society, this kind of efficient traditional martial arts is obviously no longer suitable, so many people come here to learn it for a few days and leave again, and basically few disciples can persist for a few years.

To be honest, he couldn't accept the speed of making Huang Yifei practice Wing Chun by himself, so he could understand the behavior of these students. After following Mr. Feng, he looked at the Wing Chun disciples' punches, Mr. Feng planned to take Huang Yifei to the pharmacy below to take a look, but at this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties walked in with sweat on his head.

"Master, the gangs nearby are becoming more and more rampant. I just saw them extorting Chinese people at the entrance of Chinatown. I really couldn't help but go up and clean up a few. It seems that we should take some time to negotiate with them, otherwise this would not be a solution!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Mr. Feng Cheng's face changed slightly, and then he coughed without responding, but began to introduce to each other: "A Zheng, this is your junior brother Huang Yifei, this is his boxing aid Meng Fanlong."

After saying this, Mr. Feng Cheng turned to Huang Yifei and introduced him, "This is my second apprentice Zhang Zheng, who is also your senior brother."

When Zhang Zheng heard Feng Cheng's introduction, he was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted. He reached out to Huang Yifei enthusiastically and said, "This is Master Ye's closed disciple. I heard you are coming to Chicago before. Senior brother is also very busy recently and has no time to come to the scene to see you punch. After handling this matter, I will definitely cheer you up!"

Huang Yifei was not interested in cheering, but was a little interested in the gangsters that Zhang Zheng mentioned at the beginning. Because Huang Yifei happened to know that the famous American Mafia headquarters was in Chicago, and even the first generation of non-Sicily-born mafia godfather Al Capone, was once called the King of Chicago.

In his previous life, Huang Yifei had also watched American gangster movies such as "The Godfather", but he didn't expect to encounter real gangsters in Chicago. In addition, he had never been in contact with real gangsters. Huang Yifei's first reaction was not to be afraid but to ask curiously: "Senior Brother, what's going on with the gangster you just mentioned?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the gangs in the black area have crossed the boundaries, which has affected the security of our Chinatown." Zhang Zheng said it very easily, but judging from his performance just now, this matter is obviously not like this.

"Senior brother, I am also from Wing Chun. Let me tell me what happened." Huang Yifei did not intend to give up. If it was really Zhang Zheng or Wing Chun martial arts hall, he would not intend to stand by and watch.

The reason why Chinese people are bullied abroad is because there are too many people standing by and watching. Even Huang Yifei looked down upon him very much. During the racial riot in Los Angeles in 1992, he dared to fight with black people on the street. It has to be said that he has a very bloody side.

But at this time, Feng Cheng spoke: "Yifei, this matter has been a long time since you have been resentful. You are just coming to the United States to play games, and you are still an athlete, and you are not suitable for interfering. Don't worry, there is nothing big, let's go downstairs to meet your senior brother."

As soon as Feng Cheng finished speaking, Huang Yifei heard a group of footsteps coming from the corridor, and there were various English abuses. One of them he understood was chink. In English, this word is almost like calling black people a nigger in Chinese, and is a typical racial insult. Since you can say such a word, it means that the visitor is not good!

Sure enough, at this time, seven or eight black people appeared at the entrance of the corridor. The leader shouted in English: "You yellow-skinned monkeys, you actually dare to touch our GD people! Roy, who is the yellow-skinned monkey who attacked you before!"

Except for Meng Fanlong who doesn't understand English, he basically understands what this black man is saying. When Huang Yifei heard that he was called a yellow-skinned monkey, he was even more furious and replied in English: "Nigga, who are you talking about?"

The blacks were all about 1.8 meters tall and they looked very strong. When the man in black saw that he was a thin Chinese boy calling him a nigger, he punched him without thinking. In his opinion, he let the kid fall to the ground first!

Seeing this punch coming, Mr. Feng Cheng was afraid that Huang Yifei would suffer a loss, so he subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull Huang Yifei away. But what he didn't expect was that Huang Yifei not only did not retreat, but instead directly met him, dodged the punch at an extremely fast speed, and then instantly approached the black man, and punched him heavily on his jaw.

Without warning, the black man in the lead fell straight behind him, and even the other black man did not react to what was going on. As a professional boxer, Meng Fanlong's ability to adapt is also much more than that of ordinary people.

Although he didn't understand what the other party was saying, when he saw Huang Yifei taking action, Meng Fanlong didn't hesitate at all. He kicked down the nearest black man with one kick, and then punched another black man in the temple with a backhand, killing two in an instant.

Faced with the sudden attacks of Huang Yifei and Meng Fanlong, let alone gangsters, even Mr. Feng Cheng and Zhang Zheng did not expect these two kids to take action so decisively. Moreover, boxing, as the king of street fighting techniques, has an unparalleled knockdown efficiency. In just one or two seconds, four black men have fallen.
Chapter completed!