While Tony and Hung relaxes their fighting stance, saluting in a palm over fist hand posture.
"Master Hui!"
"Master Hung!"
"We welcome your wing chun martial arts to our society. Since you're part of Jin's I won't charge you any protection money," Hung said.
"You can leave now," he motions respectfully to the door.
"Thank you Master Hung," Ip Man greets in gratitude.
Getting down from the table above Master Hung walks slowly to his seat.
"Medicine," he calls out while having difficulties breathing.
A student hands him a white towel to wipe his sweat. While another hands him a cup of chinese medicine for him to drink.
That night at the dinner table Hung opens a newspaper article about the fight he had with Hui.
There was a picture of a fighter punching towards his opponent in pencil sketching:
"Wing Chun VS Hung kuen: No Clear Winner"
The article he reads was about how a young student of Ip Man was able to fight evenly with the Hung Kuen master.
Folding and putting away the newspaper on the table he calls out to his daughter, "Don't do your homework. Eat first."
The girl in blue and white uniform closed her workbook.
"Let's eat," the mother calls out. She's wearing a white qipao, in her late 20s with short hair.
"Honey, please give me some congee," saids Hung handing her his bowl.
The table was very large with many traditional chinese dishes with newspaper underneath to cover up the wooden table.
Hung sits in the head of the table where around him is his six daughters and his wife on the right.
While his son who's a bit heavy-looking sits at his left.
He scoops some noodles to put on his son's bowl, "You've been eating less lately. Come and eat. Eat." Feeding his son.
The next day the students of Ip Man who were gathered on the rooftop for their morning practice were gossiping about their new Senior Hui
"Senior Hui was fighting those punks and none were able to withstand a single punch," Leung describes the scene while doing a punch to the empty air.
"No way!?" "Is he even human?"
"That's only the beginning. Their weapons and knives landed on his body with no effect," Leung continues.
Then changing his tone to a more slower and quieter tone to draw his bodies into his story.
"I think our master might be hiding his strength," he saids with his pointer finger in the air, "maybe he can actually block bullets."
"How is that possible? Master Ip only teaches Wing Chun," a listener saids.
"Haven't you heard of the legendary Shaolin Iron shirt," asks Leung.
He spread his hands out like opening a curtain, "Our master teached Senior Hui the legendary impenetrable body skill."
"Leung, what are you talking about," they heard the voice of Ip Man from outside.
The students quickly spread out from their gathering position.
Bowing to Ip Man and Tony in greeting, "Goodmorning Master Ip. Goodmorning Senior Hui.
The students then came up to Ip Man asking, "Master Ip, is it true that you teach Shaolin Iron Shirt?"
"Senior Hui, do you think you could have defeated Master Hung," another student asks.
"Alright, alright. It's time to get back to practicing," Ip Man disrupted their questioning.
Then he turned to Tony, "Hui, you have progressed a lot since I last saw you."
"Master Ip Man, if it weren't for you teaching me I wouldn't have grown so much," Tony smiles and bows his head with his hands in kung fu salute.
"Hui, a master leads his student to the door," Ip Man said, "but it takes an insightful student to walk through it."
"I've got something for you Master Ip Man," Tony tells him while taking out something from his briefcase he was holding.
Taking hold of the paperworks that Tony hands to him. Questioning as he looks through it, "Real estate agreement. Hui this?"
"As it's written Master Ip Man," Tony pointed to a part of the document, "I've bought the property for you."
Hearing that his student bought the property for him, Ip Man immediately pushes the paper back to Tony.
"This is too valuable Hui," Ip Man shakes his head in decline.
"Don't be like this Master Ip Man. You will need a good property to teach your martial arts," explaining to him.
In the life of Ip Man, he didn't have any stable place to teach his students. Always moving from different locations.
"But how can the master accept such a gift," still shaking his head.
"Don't think of it like that. If you would feel better you can pay me back little by little over the years," reassuring him of his worries.
"This…" he was beginning to think to himself.
"Just take it Master Ip, this is unsubstantial in comparison to your tutelage," he tells him.
Putting the documents back into Ip Man's hands.
"Hui, you have helped my family so many times," Ip Man sighs looking at the document in his hands, "I don't know how master can ever repay you."
Slapping his shoulder in good cheer, "Master Ip Man, we lived together for 20 years. Stop being so distant with Hui Liang."
Ip Man bows to Tony in gratitude, "Hui, our family is genuinely grateful."
A couple days later Master Hung and his students begin to set up a room for the upcoming boxing fight between Twister Miller VS Master Hung.
In the middle of the spacious room is the boxing ring and around are wooden chairs for viewing.
"Move them over here in three rows,"Master Hung calls out to his students who are lifting up the heavy rowed seats together.
"And three rows over there as well. Hurry up," pointing in motion with his finger.
All of a sudden the large wooden doors open as Fatso leads a group of men inside.
Two tall white Americans in red shirts hold the doors as the fellows with Superintendent Wallace enters laughing amongst themselves.