The next day, even though Huang Wen and Boxer Terry hadn't specified the exact time of the challenge, Chinatown was still packed with people.
Watching a spectacle is human nature, and what's more, a thrilling event like this, that doesn't endanger oneself, cannot be compared to experiencing it live on television.
However, thanks to Kingpin's early preparations and his dispatching of people to maintain order, no problems arose. Many who wanted to watch the fight but couldn't enter the Wing Chun martial arts school ended up wandering around Chinatown, which, in a way, boosted the entire Chinatown economy.
"Kingpin Group? Just as I thought!" Coulson's eyes flashed with understanding upon hearing the report from his subordinate. "The Kingpin Group certainly has the weight to silently wipe out the Goryeo Gang without leaving any trace..."
"And isn't Boxer Terry a member of the Kingpin Group? So, this is a farce they orchestrated themselves? Heh heh."
Coulson quickly reported the intelligence to his superior, Nick Fury. After listening, Nick Fury frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The Kingpin Group? We don't need to bother with them for now. Having a gang that controls the underworld can often be a good thing..."
"Yes." Coulson understood Nick Fury's meaning. When the Kingpin Group controls the entire underworld, then the Kingpin Group becomes the sole target. If anything happens, they just need to find the Kingpin Group. Such an underworld is actually easier to manage.
Besides, do they really think that these superficial, gang-level underworlds can have much say? Don't be ridiculous.
In Chinatown, a luxurious RV drove up, but it wasn't Kingpin's earlier one. Boxer Terry stepped out of the car, a cape draped over his shoulders, and two ultimate fighting championship belts hanging from his waist.
"My fans! Today, I'm going to take you all to shatter this Chinese kung fu scam!" As soon as Boxer Terry got out of the car, he waved at the onlookers, shouting with a face full of arrogance.
"We support you! Terry! Beat up those yellow-skinned monkeys!"
"When they realize that it's nothing but ridiculous flowery fists and embroidered legs!"
The people supporting Boxer Terry around them all cheered. It must be said that there were still many people supporting Boxer Terry. Even without James Wesley setting the pace, the majority were still on Boxer Terry's side.
This was evident not only from the supporters present but, more importantly, the Kingpin Group had also opened a betting pool: if Boxer Terry lost, the odds were one to ten; if Huang Wen lost, the odds were one to one point one.
Yet, even so, only a very small number of people looking to make a quick buck bet on Boxer Terry to lose, and their stakes were not large. People were frantically betting on Huang Wen to lose, and the Kingpin Group accepted all bets, completely unafraid of losing money.
As for those who bet on Boxer Terry to lose, the two largest sums were one million US dollars from Huang Wen, which was the largest cash flow Huang Wen could produce, and another five hundred thousand US dollars from Zhong Qiang's family.
Upon learning of these two sums, Kingpin merely smiled and didn't pay too much attention. After all, he was taking the lion's share; he had to give Huang Wen and the others a small portion, right?
Boxer Terry also wanted to bet on himself to lose, but he didn't have the guts. If Kingpin found out, his body would probably be floating in the East River the next day.
Boxer Terry swaggered into the Wing Chun martial arts school. The school hadn't set up a boxing ring for this challenge, but merely cleared enough space in the middle. Huang Wen stood there, waiting for Boxer Terry's arrival.
"Gulp!" The moment he saw Huang Wen, Boxer Terry subconsciously swallowed. He still hadn't forgotten the punch that sent him flying that day.
However, Boxer Terry was a professional, and he quickly adjusted his emotions, tossing his cape to his subordinate and removing his championship belts.
"Hey! Flowery fists and embroidered legs, today is the day your scam gets exposed!" Boxer Terry gave Huang Wen the middle finger and then walked over.
Cameras from all sides closed in, ready to perfectly record this battle.
"Can we start?" Huang Wen's expression was calm as he turned to look at the CBS host. "Everyone, it's best to keep your distance. I'm afraid you might get caught in the crossfire later."
"To deal with you, only one move is needed. No one will get caught in the crossfire at all!" Boxer Terry continued to clamor arrogantly.
"It seems our Mr. Boxer is very confident, and Mr. Huang is also eager to start the challenge. So, our challenge begins!" The host nodded, holding up the microphone and excitedly shouting into the camera, setting the atmosphere.
"Please." Huang Wen cupped his hands at Boxer Terry and assumed the starting stance of Wing Chun.
"Hah!" Boxer Terry let out a roar, throwing a powerful punch at Huang Wen's head. He knew Huang Wen's strength, and he knew he would lose, but Boxer Terry had no intention of holding back.
Huang Wen looked at the powerful punch and nodded in satisfaction. This punch was even more formidable than the one that ambushed him last time, but that was all it was.
Huang Wen shifted his body, directly cutting in from Boxer Terry's arm, and delivered an inch-force punch to Boxer Terry's abdomen. It was the familiar recipe, the familiar taste, and for a moment, Boxer Terry was on the verge of tears.
With a "bang!" Boxer Terry flew backward, a good ten meters, and then crashed heavily to the ground, even knocking over a few spectators who hadn't had time to dodge.
For a moment, the entire Wing Chun martial arts school was silent, as if stunned by the scene before them. Not only the Wing Chun martial arts school, but the viewers in front of their televisions also subconsciously froze in place.
"It's absolutely incredible!" The host recovered, shouting with a flushed face, "Just how powerful was that force to send Boxer Terry flying so far? Cameraman, did you see it clearly?"
"No... no, but I recorded it, so it should be possible to slow it down," the cameraman's hesitant voice sounded, and then he adjusted the machine.
The audience at the scene also gathered around, looking at the camera. At 0.5x speed, Huang Wen's figure was still a blur, making it impossible to see clearly.
"It's incredible!" The host looked at Huang Wen with excitement and asked, "Mr. Huang, if I were to practice martial arts, would I also be able to reach your level?"
"You probably won't have much chance," Huang Wen said with a faint smile, shaking his head. "All my skills, I've practiced for twenty years. That punch just now was the power of twenty years!"