Chapter 395: Are the Cleaning Tools in Your Team of Such Poor Quality?

The moment the world champion received the trophy, he announced his retirement. This news exploded within the entire competitive circle. Lysander's retirement instantly made headlines, surpassing even the buzz of Hawk winning another championship. However, the person who took it the hardest was Orson. "Winning against me and then retiring? How is that different from those irresponsible guys who ditch someone after sleeping with them?" Orson fumed. Theodore pondered for a moment. "Captain, that might not be the best way to put it." Orson shot him a glare, his handsome face almost consumed by rage. "Then tell me how to put it!" No one dared to speak further. Orson, unable to contain his anger, picked up his phone and called Lysander, cursing him out for a full ten minutes without repeating himself once. Lysander said nothing and hung up as soon as Orson paused to catch his breath. Listening to the dial tone, Orson's face darkened to a point where even the grim reaper would have step