No one truly knew the truth about the crater in the New York suburbs. Some believed it was caused by an ice meteorite, while others thought the military had developed an energy bomb.
However, generally speaking, no one suspected Huang Wen, as there wasn't a single clue connecting him to the crater. Even Logan was unaware.
A month passed, and everything at the Wing Chun Martial Arts Academy was running smoothly. After Huang Wen's assessment, many persistent students were awarded the student-level medal.
As for Zhong Qiang, despite Huang Wen's special supervision, he also received the student-level medal, but his weight gain was only mediocre.
Huang Wen's goal for Zhong Qiang was to gain ten catties in a month. Zhong Qiang ultimately went from 110 catties to 118 catties. It seemed that reaching Huang Wen's ultimate goal of 150 catties would be quite challenging.
After all, Zhong Qiang's overall weight was relatively light at the moment, so his progress was relatively fast. Once his weight increased further, it would become much harder to continue improving.
Also, over the past month, Huang Wen had tried every means to get Logan to participate in two small missions. However, perhaps because he had defeated Logan before, or because he was too familiar with Logan, the original extraordinary lottery dropped to the mortal level, dashing Huang Wen's plan to exploit him.
As for these two mortal-level item lotteries, they were identical to the hammer lottery. One was a long umbrella used by Zhou Xiaolong in the movie "Dragon's Heir," which is the origin of the famous line, "Let's see whose is faster, my umbrella or your gun."
If that long umbrella could at least block the rain, then the second mortal-level item lottery made Huang Wen even more dumbfounded.
It was a folding stool. That's right, the folding stool from the movie "God of Cookery," hailed as the king of the seven weapons. Now, this folding stool was under Logan's backside.
It must be said that this folding stool truly lived up to its reputation as the king of the seven weapons. Such a small folding stool could bear the weight of Logan, who weighed nearly 300 catties. It was truly sturdy. But then again, if it wasn't sturdy enough, how could it be used to hit people?
After these two lotteries, Huang Wen became more accepting of the mortal-level item lotteries. As for Zhong Qiang's mission, he decided to let nature take its course.
"Brother Wen! I really tried my best. Gaining 8 catties in a month, I wouldn't have dared to imagine that before!" Zhong Qiang said with a bitter expression, looking at Huang Wen, "And my appetite has increased, and my physical fitness is also higher than before..."
"You've gotten a little stronger, not a little fatter!" Uncle Zhong, who was nearby, laughed, "You look much healthier now than before. But you're still a bit thin, Xiao Wen, spend a bit more effort to keep training him!"
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, leave it to me." Huang Wen smiled and nodded, "Your training volume needs to be increased this month, but don't worry, I know your physical condition, I won't overtrain you!"
"Moreover, you should also be able to feel that you are not only more energetic than before, but your body also feels much lighter, right?"
"That's true." Zhong Qiang felt his body full of strength and nodded. As Huang Wen said, his physical fitness was indeed much better than before, and his spirits were also higher.
"Are you two just chatting and not eating?" Logan looked at the hotpot he had completely emptied, still wanting more, and looked at Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong stood up, shook his head with a smile, and went to the back kitchen to get more ingredients. Zhong Qiang also quickly stood up to help.
"Life is truly comfortable now!" Logan rubbed his belly. He had been living a very leisurely life at the Wing Chun Martial Arts Academy for the past month. Subconsciously, Logan stretched.
"Don't stretch while eating!" Huang Wen smiled and pressed down on Logan's shoulder.
"Then life won't be comfortable!" Logan rolled his eyes, but he didn't really mean to be angry, because new hotpot ingredients were brought, and he, Logan, was about to start eating again.
"Finally found the hotpot restaurant!" A slightly excited voice sounded at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant.
Huang Wen and the others subconsciously turned their heads to look, and saw a young man with a backpack, still somewhat childish, grinning and nodding at everyone. Zhong Qiang quickly stood up to help his father greet the customer.
"Little friend, are you the only one?" Zhong Qiang handed over the menu and asked with a smile, "Where are your adults?"
"I'm not a little friend, I'm already fifteen years old!" The young man earnestly corrected Zhong Qiang's address, "I came to America alone from Hong Kong, China, to study, so I'm the only one. You don't need to set two sets of tableware."
"Hong Kong, China? You're fifteen and came to America alone to study?" Zhong Qiang looked at the young man with some surprise. Not only Zhong Qiang, but Huang Wen and the others also looked at this fifteen-year-old who was venturing into a foreign country alone.
Logan, on the other hand, didn't react much. When he awakened his mutant abilities at thirteen, he fled his home and ventured into the world with his half-brother.
"My family naturally disagreed at first, but I told them I could do it!" The young man's eyes flickered with determination, "So, they were finally convinced by me!"
"He's quite a little man!" Uncle Zhong walked over with a smile, "Just order whatever you want to eat. This meal is on me. If you have any problems in the future, you can always come to Chinatown to find me. We overseas Chinese naturally need to unite and help each other!"
"Thank you, Uncle, no need to trouble yourself..." Hearing this, the young man scratched his head a little shyly, "I can take care of myself!"
"Haha, I mean, if you have problems, come find me, and if you don't have problems, you can still come and eat hotpot!" Uncle Zhong laughed, "I see you're eating alone and it's quite lonely, why don't you come and sit with us?"
"Okay, perfect, I don't have to wait for the pot to boil!" This time, the young man smiled and nodded, agreeing, and sat down in the seat next to Huang Wen.
"Little man, what's your name?" Uncle Zhong brought over some more ingredients, watching the young man devouring the food without pretense, and asked with a smile.
"My name is Huang Liang." Huang Liang swallowed the beef in his mouth and said with a smile.
"Oh? Last name Huang? You're from the same family as Xiao Wen!" Uncle Zhong's smile became even brighter, "This is truly fate!"
"It truly is fate!" Huang Wen smiled and nodded, glancing at Huang Liang next to him, "Hello, my name is Huang Wen, I run a Wing Chun Martial Arts Academy. If you have anything, you can also come to the Wing Chun Martial Arts Academy to find me!"
"Wing Chun?!" Huang Liang's chopsticks suddenly stopped, and he looked at Huang Wen with some surprise, then sized him up, "Are you really running a Wing Chun Martial Arts Academy? Which lineage are you from?"
Although, strictly speaking, Huang Wen was Ip Man, Huang Wen certainly wouldn't say that.
"Chan Wah-shun, Ip Man lineage." Huang Wen stated Huang Hong's original lineage. Huang Hong's master was Ip Man's disciple, so, strictly speaking, Huang Hong was Ip Man's grand-disciple.
"My great-grandfather was Ip Man's disciple Huang Liang, and I've been practicing Wing Chun since I was a child with my grandfather..." Huang Liang cupped his hands at Huang Wen, "So, are you senior to me?"