Mullin nodded and said, "I understand."
Understand?
After seeing Kohan off, Mullin immediately pulled out a bottle of fine wine he had treasured for years from his pocket.
Although Mullin had long given up his former bad habit of drinking excessively, he didn't mind having a few drinks on a night worth celebrating like this.
"Boss? To hell with the boss! The real boss of these Warriors can only be the Messiah, and me, I'm just the former drunkard who acts as his steward."
To ensure that his light drinking wouldn't affect the Warriors players about to compete, Mullin even ran to the restroom to down this fine wine alone before the game.
Meanwhile, in the Warriors locker room, upon learning that Qin Yue would hold yet another unique victory party after the regular season ended, the entire locker room erupted into wolf howls.
"Shut the hell up, or I'll have that drunken fool trade you all to Minnesota!"
