Liu Weiguo entered the bar and saw Wang Yu, who was following the rhythm of the music throwing punches and kicks, clearly drunk. The scouts he brought with him were all stunned, not expecting that the impressive combat instructor would have such a peculiar hobby.
"What's wrong with him?" Liu Weiguo asked as he approached Tiger Cub. But because the music was so loud, Tiger Cub didn't hear him clearly.
"Huh? What did you say?" Tiger Cub leaned towards Liu Weiguo and shouted back.
Liu Weiguo shook his head helplessly, cupped a hand around his mouth, and yelled, "I asked you, what's wrong with him?"
"I don't know either! He's been like this since he came, and he drank a lot of alcohol. He seems really unhappy, and we didn't dare to ask," Tiger Cub yelled back to Liu Weiguo, matching his volume.
