"So here we are," Wallace saids in good humor, opening his arms in motion to the boxing room.
"Master Hung, come say hi," Fatso comes to Hung and says to him, "I'll introduce you to the boxing champion. Mr. Twister, he's a chinese kung-fu master, Master Hung."
Twister is a tall American over six feet tall. Has brown eyes and comb back brown hair
Fatso motions with his hands in gesture to Hung as he approaches Twister.
Stretching out his hand in greeting, "How are you?"
But Twister didn't respond.
Instead he threw his suit coat on Hung's outstretched hand.
Walking past Hung and ignoring him with total disrespect.
"The foreigner is throwing things. Ignore him," Fatso saids to Hung.
"How was your talk with the foreigner," Hung asks, "when are we getting our money?"
"He glared whenever I mentioned money. It isn't going anywhere. He wants you to work for free this time," Fatso replied.
"For free," Hung asks in an astounded expression, "we close our fish stalls to work here."
"Don't get mad. We can't afford to piss him off. Just treat this as a diet and lose some weight."
Turning his head around Master Hung observes Wallace communicating with a white haired American, "This isn't the first time."
Hung didn't hesitate and approached the corrupted Superintendent Wallace.
"Master Hung," Fatso calls back.
"Sir," Master Hung calls out, "I've heard your request, but my men need to eat, so you better pay."
"Don't discuss money with me now," Wallace replies, putting on an intimidating face.
"If we don't talk about money what else do I discuss with you?"
"Who do you think you are? You collect money for me, you don't share it! Do as I say, you are not qualified to make deals with me!"
Superintendent Wallace raises his voice as he shouts in front of Hung's face. His spits falling from his mouth as he speaks loudly in anger.
"Come!" Fatso pulls Hung away.
"Sorry, so I'll have judges…" Wallace getting back to his conversation.
"Stop it. The foreigner is pissed off," telling Hung in a quiet voice.
"If he doesn't pay, we'll just quit!" Hung saids back in a loud voice.
Turning his head to him Wallace tells him off, "If you quit, you quit that fish business too! I can get anybody to take care of it!"
"If you quit, he'd take away your fish stalls," Fatso translates for Hung, "just be quiet."
"No way! I've tolerated him for too long!" Hung yells back in anger.
"Will somebody get this yellow piece of fat out of here!" Twister Miller stops his boxing and shouts pointing his finger in anger at Hung, "You're making too much noise!"
Pointing his fingers to the door Wallace yells, "You! Get out!"
"Let's go!" Fatso whispers to Hung.
"We're quitting. Let's go," Hung's men called out, "let's go!"
"Look, many men depend on you," Fatso warns in a whisper.
Hung looked at his men and they looked back to see his decision with eager faces.
"Stay and work," Hung saids motioning for his men to continue working.
The men could only sigh in resignation with their heads down as they went back to work.
Later in the day the boxing match begins, Hung's students are up there in the ring wearing black traditional clothing performing a set of kungfu routines.
There were loud sounds of chinese drum hitting and the heavy crashing noise of the cymbals.
Creating a room full of festivities as reporters under the ring takes pictures of Hung's martial arts routine.
The room around is dark except in the middle of the room where the boxing ring is at, filled with lights from above shining downwards.
Tony sees Hung walking in the direction of where they are sitting. He was wearing the usual black changshan.
"Master Ip."
"Master Hung."
The two masters stood up to greet each other.
"All the schools are doing demonstrations. Ask your pupils to demonstrate their kung fu, so more people will know about Wing Chun," Hung saids.
"Sure," Ip Man nods.
Hung was just about to leave when Tony called out, "Master Hung."
Turning around he greets with a kung fu palm over fist salute.
"Master Hung takes this pill," Tony hands him a chinese medicinal pill.
"Master Hui, what is this pill," Hung asks.
"If there's any life-harming danger, this pill can save your life," Tony explains to him.
Realizing the value of this pill Hung bows in gratitude, "Master Hui, this pill is a treasure."
"It's no problem, I won't be holding you," Tony tells him.
Hung puts the tiny pill into his mouth and swallows it down before leaving to his seat.
At this moment Twister enters to say address Wallace and his American buddy, "Hi, fellas!"
Today Taylor is wearing a white a white boxing rope with his name in red on the back.
"Hello there, Taylor," Superintendent Wallace stood up to shake his hand, "we've prepared a little show for you."
"Well thank you," Twister saids.
"Go get ready," Master Cheng and Master Law calls out to their disciples for the performance.
Ip Man nods to his own pupils, "Go up and demonstrate Shaking Hands."
"Lets go," Tony motions with his head.
The pupils got up their seat and followed Tony as he left the seat.
"Look at how it all works out," Fatso said to Hung from the side, "Suffer some losses to publicize martial arts."
On the other side of the room Twister who was watching these martial artists performing got him interested.
"What's all this, some pantomime?" he asks, "Why are they dancing and screaming?"
"It's not pantomim, Taylor," Superintendent Wallace replies. "This is Chinese boxing. They believe the screaming gives them strength."
Twister scoffs like it is some kind of joke, "Oh yeah. Well let's go and give them something to scream about, ain't I?"
"Go for it," Wallace pats his back.
Walking to the boxing ring, Twister's two men wearing red shirts open up a gap through the ropes for him.