With Death Group A's day of matches over, the witches each went home with their own thoughts—those returning home went home, those returning to alien planets returned to alien planets, and those heading to other worlds to kill a few natives and blow off steam did just that. The moment they got back, they began activating their "Practice" talents, preparing to go straight into extra training. At the same time, they all placed orders with the major contracted-creature shops, marked urgent—bought today, wanted today.
Quite a few shop owners were beaming with joy.
At last, they no longer had to say, "Contracted life-form consignment—please save us." As one, they bought a Han cutie poster and a 1/8-scale Cat Witch Nasha Nasha figurine to put in their shops, setting it on the table beside a black chubby lucky-cat figurine. May wealth come pouring in!
"Cat Han, you absolute animal!"
Angelite's scream was so piercing that even the cat lamps pricked up their ears, poking cat heads out from all over to watch Angelite lose her mind and try to grab Jiang Han.
Cat Han, meanwhile, nimbly leapt from one sofa to another, jumped onto a desk lamp, scrambled up to the chandelier, then slipped into a crack in the ceiling.
Beep beep beep—
A little horn sounded as Du Lingxuan slid out from a cat nest nearby. Beaming, she said:
"I'd like to dedicate a song, Cool Cool, to my sister Jiebao! Made quite a few miracle 'dead' squads today, huh?"
"..."
Angelite took two sharp breaths, apparently getting her breathing under control. Her face remained taut.
"Do you know what kind of day I had?"
"Meow-ow..." Jiang Han poked her head out, then immediately ducked back in.
"Seven wins, three losses today, sister." Angelite suddenly raised her voice and