However, I don't know any of these so-called free combat champions, so this matter will require careful planning." Huang Wen swallowed an egg and took a sip of porridge. "Also, the appearance fees for those champions are not low. Although I have some money, I need to maximize the benefits…"
Huang Wen didn't care about mere combat champions. Regardless of their fighting skills, their physical fitness might not even be higher than the original Huang Wen, let alone the current Huang Wen with 34 points of energy.
"Brother Wen, perhaps I can help you get in touch, and it shouldn't cost much money…" Zhong Qiang hesitated, glancing at Uncle Zhong beside him, seemingly unsure whether to speak because Uncle Zhong was present.
"What? Is there something I can't hear?" Uncle Zhong glared at Zhong Qiang, then frowned. "You haven't befriended someone you shouldn't have, have you?"
"It's my roommate, named Rhys Fisk. His family also has a small gang. I heard about the mutant incident with the Golen Gang from him," Zhong Qiang scratched his head. "Although his family is involved in a gang, he's quite friendly, and we have some common ground."
"Rhys Fisk?" Huang Wen said he hadn't heard the name. "Does his family's gang also have mutants? But I don't want mutants as opponents."
"You know, people in this country view mutants with strange eyes. Fighting a mutant in the ring probably won't attract an audience, and I might even be seen as collaborating with mutants and face boycotts."
"Of course, I know that. Mutants are all hiding in the shadows now. I haven't heard of any mutants showing their faces," Zhong Qiang nodded. "There was once a mutant at our school, but soon after, we heard no more news. Rhys said he was taken away."
"What I'm going to help you contact, Brother Wen, are free combat champions, and there are several of them. Rhys's dad is also a free combat enthusiast, so his dad specifically paid to hire top combat champions for sparring."
"Sparring with combat champions? That's not something an ordinary small gang can do!" Huang Wen frowned. You know, although combat champions are nothing in Huang Wen's eyes, among ordinary people, combat champions are already top-tier existences!
Someone who can spar with a combat champion, and not just one, shows that Rhys Fisk's family gang is definitely not simple!
"Don't worry, Brother Wen, Rhys has no ill intentions toward me. When we first shared a dorm, there were four of us. Two people moved out when they found out Rhys's family was involved in a gang. Only I stayed," Zhong Qiang said with a smile, shaking his head.
"So, Rhys and I are good friends who can talk to each other. Otherwise, he wouldn't tell me so much!"
"Why didn't you move out?" Huang Wen suddenly asked.
"Rhys is chubby and doesn't look like a dangerous person," Zhong Qiang shrugged. "Besides, what does it matter if his family is in a gang? He hasn't done anything bad, and he doesn't have any bad habits, except for being a little lazy in the dorm."
"Alright, since you trust him so much, then go ahead and contact him." Huang Wen finally nodded, then looked at Zhong Qiang seriously. "But, Xiao Qiang, you must remember, if he starts helping his family with their business, you need to keep your distance from him!"
"Don't worry, Brother Wen, I'll be careful." Zhong Qiang readily agreed with a smile, and Uncle Zhong beside him also showed no intention of objecting. But then again, when Uncle Zhong first came to Chinatown, he had seen plenty of gangs and hooligans.
Zhong Qiang took a sip of porridge, pulled out his phone, and called Rhys Fisk. Soon, a slightly smiling voice answered: "Hello? Alarm Clock, didn't you go home? What's up? I've handed in your leave slip."
"Class hasn't started yet, right? I have something to ask you." Zhong Qiang's face flashed with a hint of embarrassment when he heard Rhys Fisk's nickname for him. This was the nickname Wilson Rhys gave him after learning the Chinese meaning of Zhong.
"Is it about the Golen Gang? I received news that the Golen Gang has been largely destroyed, and even that seemingly evolved mutant is dead. You just asked about the Golen Gang, and then something happened to them. It couldn't be related to you, could it?" Rhys Fisk's probing voice sounded.
"Evolved mutant?" Zhong Qiang subconsciously glanced at Huang Wen, then chuckled, "You think too highly of me, don't you? But, the Golen Gang being destroyed is really good news!"
"Alright, so what do you need me for?" Rhys Fisk shook his head. "Class is about to start, so hurry up and tell me."
"Last time you told me that your dad always spars with combat champions, is that true?" Zhong Qiang organized his words and asked.
"Of course, it's true. Why? Do you want to practice combat too?" Rhys Fisk's voice carried a hint of a smile. "With your thin arms and legs, you should just forget about it!"
"You're talking about me, but how much better are you? You're so chubby, it's hard for you to even climb to the top bunk!" Zhong Qiang retorted, unwilling to show weakness. It seemed their relationship was indeed quite good.
"Alright, what do you need combat champions for?" Rhys Fisk asked seriously.
"Well, my neighbor, Brother Wen—the one I told you about who's really good at fighting—wants to spar with a combat champion and promote his martial arts gym at the same time," Zhong Qiang glanced at Huang Wen. "You know, business in our Chinatown is really slow right now, so we need to find a way to make some money!"
"Okay, I'll contact my dad first and then get back to you." Rhys Fisk nodded knowingly and agreed.
"And the payment…" Zhong Qiang was a little nervous for a moment, subconsciously licking his lips.
"What kind of relationship do we have that we need payment?" Rhys Fisk said with a laugh. "How about this, if it works out, you treat me to a meal at that hotpot place at your house, how does that sound?"
"Okay, thank you very much then!" Zhong Qiang's face showed a hint of a smile, and a warm current subtly flowed through his heart, especially in front of Huang Wen and Uncle Zhong. He suddenly felt very proud.
"Don't mention it. I'll get back to you as soon as possible, hopefully this weekend." Rhys Fisk shook his head with a smile. "Alright, I'm going to contact my dad now. Gotta go."
"Okay." Zhong Qiang excitedly hung up the phone and looked at Huang Wen and Uncle Zhong, smiling. "Now we just wait for him to get in touch."
"Alright, then we'll wait for the news." Huang Wen said with a smile and a nod.