"Fourth Brother, what on earth happened to make you so worried?" Young Master Wang saw Max Dorrell's distressed face and wanted to know what exactly had transpired. He'd also noticed that lately something seemed off with Fourth Brother, who normally never smiled.
"Old Six, you have no idea how much of a headache I've been having recently, nearly every day. I can't sleep. Got any alcohol? Join me for a drink, Old Six." Max Dorrell looked haggard, having barely rested well during this period. Just thinking about the problems within the Alliance gave him terrible headaches, and it was almost a nightly ordeal trying to sleep. Confronted with a series of issues like these, how could he not be infuriated? So, early in the morning, he made his way to Young Master Wang's place to have some drinks and alleviate the pressure in his heart.
