"Wei, you don't look so good. Are you sick?"
Mike was deeply concerned about the well-being of his benefactor. He was terrified that Wei might die in his sleep while visiting this country—my god... the man yelled every day about bringing glory to his nation while frequenting the red-light districts.
With such stamina, it was a waste to spend it here; he really should have gone to Amsterdam. That city would be far better suited for a madman like Wei.
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