Liu Weiguo's dizziness didn't last long, but he had slept for quite a while; when he opened his eyes, it was already past four in the afternoon.
Aside from feeling like his head was about to split open, his neck was also agonizingly sore.
He looked around; everything was shrouded in darkness, with only the silhouettes of some objects faintly discernible. Based on these shapes, he quickly deduced that he was inside a private room of a bar.
Strange! Why am I sleeping here? And why does the back of my head and my neck hurt so much?
After blinking his eyes a few times, Liu Weiguo sat up, gently patted his forehead, and suddenly felt a shock of alarm, silently cursing, "Damn it," as he got up and dashed out.
Commander Li had ordered him to keep an eye on Wang Yu, but he had been taken down by a glass of alcohol. If Wang Yu disappeared or did something Commander Li didn't want him to do, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
