When they rushed downstairs, there were two police cars parked at the door. In the Chinese Medicine Clinic on the first floor, Mr. Feng Cheng was talking to several American policemen with a pale expression on his face. However, Mr. Feng Cheng’s English was not very good, and he felt a sense of resentment in his heart. Almost both sides had a bad question and answer.

Seeing Huang Yifei and others coming in, Mr. Feng Cheng immediately said to Feng Xin angrily: "You come and communicate with these ghost guys, they can't understand anything I say!"

Hearing the instructions of Mr. Feng Cheng, Feng Xin and White, two senior brothers, went to communicate with the police, while Huang Yifei and Feng Xinyue, went to support Mr. Feng, intending to let him sit down and calm down first.

"Uncle Master, what happened?"

"Nothing big, you don't have to worry about it. By the way, you defeated Pacquiao yesterday and played the style of our Chinese on the ring. Uncle Master had not had time to congratulate you!"

Mr. Feng waved his hand and pulled the topic apart. He obviously didn't want Huang Yifei to get involved, but now he has seen it. How can Huang Yifei stay out of the matter? So he continued to ask: "Uncle Master, I am also a formal member of Wing Chun. 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 knew nothing about what happened.

"Last night was the time for your ring competition. I asked all the students from Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall to go back for vacation and rest. As a result, in the early morning, I heard a lot of noise outside, and then I saw someone smashing the sign of Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall upstairs! When I rushed down, people had already driven away, and then called the police and there were so many ghosts who couldn't communicate at all!"

When Mr. Feng Cheng said this, he was obviously angry. In the traditional Chinese market rules, "destroying the helm leader, picking the hall, and smashing the signboards of people" is almost equivalent to a great revenge of having you or not. In ancient times, it was killed!

Even if you enter modern society, unlike the traditional rules in ancient times, the signboard of the Wing Chun martial arts hall was smashed. You can imagine the anger in the heart of Mr. Feng Cheng. Huang Yifei even saw that under the appearance of Mr. Feng Cheng forcibly suppressing, his body was trembling slightly due to anger.

"Who did it?" Huang Yifei's anger began to rise at this time, and he entered Wing Chun's door, and was a formal disciple who bowed to the six rites and three animals in front of the ancestor. Then Huang Yifei is a member of this lineage. No matter what, this place must be retrieved!

"I don't know, but with the help of street lights, I don't look like a ghost, I should be an Asian yellow person."

When he heard this, Huang Yifei's face looked a little bad. In fact, the one who bullies Chinese the most abroad is some Chinese. Even a few Chinese gangs abroad never dared to ask ghosts to cause trouble and fight, and specifically focused on extortion by some newcomers in China. Sometimes when Huang Yifei saw this scene, he was also sad for his misfortune and angry that he did not fight. It was not as good as the big circle in the 1980s to fight with other gangs.

But Mr. Feng Cheng is an old man who has been in Chinatown for decades and is also a member of the Zhigong Hall. No Chinese gang could make trouble with such a lack of brains. In other words, it is very likely that it was made by other yellow people in Asia.

At this moment, Senior Brother White came over and said to Mr. Feng Cheng: "Master, I have contacted my comrades from the Chicago Police Department. He will focus on handling this matter. Now he is retrieving the road monitoring system, and there should be a result soon."

"Yes," Mr. Feng Cheng nodded. As a retired member of the Rangers, many of his former comrades retired and entered the US law enforcement department. Just like there are people in China who are easy to do, the same is true for the United States.

The group returned to the second floor to rest. Feng Xin and White stayed downstairs to clean up the mess. At the same time, they notified Senior Brother Zhang Zheng in Beicheng District by phone and asked him to customize a new Wing Chun plaque. Zhang Zheng married a white woman in the United States, so she lived far away and didn't know what happened in the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall. When she heard the phone, Senior Brother Zhang Zheng was also very excited and said on the spot that he would come here immediately.

Back upstairs, Uncle Feng Cheng didn't want to show anything in front of Huang Yifei. Instead, he encouraged Huang Yifei with a smile and said, "Yifei, although Uncle Boxing did not go to the scene yesterday, I watched the live broadcast in full, and played very well, showing the momentum of us 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, he still had no sense of national identity with the United States in his bones, and he still liked to call himself Chinese.

"Thank you uncle for your praise." Huang Yifei replied modestly.

"Yifei, I am not praising you, I am really excited to see the emergence of a Chinese boxing champion. And you defeated Pacquiao, even if you became famous in the United States, maybe the revitalization and change of traditional Chinese martial arts will be on you in the future. I didn't expect that I will be old all my life, and I can still see the birth of Bruce Lee again, which is worth it!"

Uncle Feng Cheng was very moved and excited. He was not trying to distract the topic, because the appearance of Huang Yifei, the top Chinese boxing champion, is much more important than a Wing Chun sign. Just like the sign "Sick Man in East Asia" has been broken for many years, many Chinese people always subconsciously believe that Chinese people are naturally inferior to foreigners in their physical and physical fitness. This is the sign that has not been broken in their hearts.

Just as Gu Hongming said during the Republic of China, "The braids on my head are tangible, but the braids in your heart are invisible." Huang Yifei's birth will prove to the world that the Chinese people's force is just like Pacquiao's driving effect. It can even drive the reputation of Chinese martial arts, just like Thailand's weak national strength, but from Naipong's photo shoot to the current Boqiu, several generations of Muay Thai fighting masters have made Muay Thai famous all over the world.

Huang Yifei understood what the hope and emotion in Mr. Feng Cheng's heart was, but the responsibility given by Master Feng Cheng was too great, so important that Huang Yifei might not be able to bear such a heavy responsibility, so he could only nod, which was considered a response.

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

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

"The car drove into the Korean martial arts hall in the next block."

When they heard this term, Mr. Feng Cheng and Huang Yifei stood up from their seats, their faces full of anger. They really didn't expect Koreans to do such a despicable thing. If they wanted to smash the signs between martial arts schools, they could go to the door to kick the hall. This way of smashing the signs in the middle of the night is really disgusting!

"Where is the Korean martial arts hall? I'll visit you now!" Mr. Feng Cheng's face was as cold as frost. Almost the meaning of this sentence was that he was going to come to the door to kick the hall.

Huang Yifei had seen the strength of Mr. Feng Cheng. His 6:30 stick was shocked at the beginning. Even Wing Chun's unpopular stick technique was so masterful, so Mr. Feng Cheng's Wing Chun boxing technique was undoubtedly.

But after all, Mr. Feng Cheng is almost eighty years old, and he is afraid of being young. Moreover, as a senior at Wing Chun at the Chicago museum level, according to traditional rules, this kind of thing will generally not be allowed to take action by the master himself, because if the other owner is not old, he will lose his share.

So Huang Yifei and White quickly stopped Mr. Feng Cheng and said, "Master, uncle, you don't have to come forward with such things. Leave them to us juniors!"

Mr. Feng Cheng was also very angry just now. He quickly realized that it was indeed not suitable for him to come forward directly. He was a traditional martial artist like him, and he was even more up to the rules.

"White, your senior brother Feng Xin is a doctor and has not studied martial arts deeply. You can go to the Korean martial arts hall with your second senior brother Zhang Zheng later. I want to see why this martial arts hall in Korea dares to smash the signboard of Chinese Wing Chun!"

After saying this, Mr. Feng Cheng slapped the table with a heavy palm, and saw that the table panel broke with a "bang", and the tea sets on the table all fell to the ground.

Huang Yifei opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the power of this palm. He had seen Mr. Ye Huai's palm in the park a long time ago. Unexpectedly, Feng Cheng, as a junior brother of the same school, did not fall below his skills at all. You must know that the furniture in the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall is made of solid wood. This palm needs to crack the table. How much palm power is it? Isn't Wing Chun an iron sand palm?

Of course, Huang Yifei would not express his surprise. White also understood that his master was really angry this time. After all, smashing a signboard is like a life-and-death battle book. There is you or not, so White quickly nodded and prepared to go downstairs to meet Zhang Zheng for a while. This Korean martial arts hall is a Korean martial arts hall.

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

"No, you are not suitable for doing these things now." Before White could 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 Master, I was a professional stadium. 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 next sentence aroused Feng Cheng, and he said angrily: "Barring the bullshit, can't even pay any Korean martial arts for us Wing Chun disciples?"
Chapter completed!