Misha Mourinho, a forceful coach, knocked on the president of the Umbrella of Greed Club's door today with her operational plan in hand.
And waited in the lounge.
Seeing as Umbrella of Greed's championship players seemed unlikely to win the Eileen Cup this season, and the team competition was also missing the highly prestigious Double Invitational, Misha found it hard not to laugh. She had to hold back and wear a deadpan face that sympathized with the unlucky bastards around her.
What a pity.
It wasn't satisfying enough!
It would be even better if the remaining sisters left too.
As a member of the exceptionally unscrupulous witch race, Coach Misha had only just taken over the championship roster left behind by her predecessor, yet she already wished something would happen to that roster—lose a few prestigious titles, preferably come away empty-handed. Otherwise, how would the sisters' methods stand out!
But in order not to leave a bad impression on the Umbrella of Greed sisters, she could only swallow down her frustration.
Frustration on behalf of [the final idiotic tactics arranged by the previous coach, who had been handed such an absurdly overpowered roster].
Why did these morons always get the first sip of the broth?
Su Suwei, and this B thing too.
Misha Mourinho was deeply dissatisfied with her fate. If she possessed the power of a top-tier witch, she would definitely go to another world, catch a luck-related false god, and beat it senseless to vent the evil fire in her heart!
"Is Miss Mourinho here? Please, come in."
The door opened.
Misha Mourinho walked in and felt a wave of comfortable coolness.
The president's office of the Umbrella of Greed Club was built like a birdcage, equipped with a device containing sun diamonds that provided sunlight as