Chapter 774

Chapter 774

The assistant nodded quickly, "Yes. Yes, I'll take care of it right away.”

Several players in the office couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Manager, how dare they play against us?"

“Yeah, we've won a lot of championships, at least second place.”

"Alan, even though they're not professionals in this game, we can't take

them lightly. Who knows what tricks those MI6 guys will come up with,"

one player said to the forward Alan.

Alan was tall and almost two meters tall. He looked like he played

basketball.

"Hehe - I don't believe they can play well!"

“Their height alone is not enough,” another player said.

"Hahaha! These little shorties dare to compare themselves to us?"

The manager couldn't help but laugh proudly too. He had just reminded

them earlier but now felt that he was too timid. How could he be afraid

of MI6's amateur team? What was there to fear?

Soon after the Club Ritter notification came out all the media reporters

rushed over to the club's base.

Club Ritter's manager stood on an outdoor training field and directly

hosted this press conference.

"Club Ritter will have a friendly match with MI6 this Saturday. The

members of MI6 are very respectable opponents; we didn't expect

them to accept our challenge. We hope that all media friends can

come, watch and report on it as MI6 is a very mysterious organization

that rarely appears in public."

"This is also their first time participating in such an open event;

although it's a friendly match, it should still attract many fans’ attention,

because Club Ritter has won many domestic and international awards.

Every fan must be notified so as not to disappoint them."

After giving his grandiose speech about Club Ritter winning awards

etc., then began the question-and-answer session.

A reporter stood up and asked: "May I ask you what formation you plan

on using for this match?"

"Well... we don't plan on using our strongest lineup since MI6 is only an

amateur team; if we use NBA-level strength against them, then they

definitely wouldn't stand a chance, so I have no choice but let our usual

substitute players go out there instead.” The manager's tone was full of

mockery and disdain towards their opponents" abilities.

It seems like MI6 has agreed to compete with them, like MI6 was

overestimating themselves and hitting a rock with an egg.

The blatant contempt can be felt even through the entire screen.

In front of the big TV in the MI6 restaurant, Vaughn was so angry that

he gritted his teeth.

He wanted to punch the TV in front of him! And then smash Club

Ritter's manager's face.

"Don't get angry,” Isla grabbed Vaughn. “The Ritter Group is strong, but

we're not weak either.”

"Right, which one of us at MI6 isn't a martial arts expert? Our physical

abilities are definitely not worse than professional athletes!"

“The Ritter Group has been particularly targeting us and the Wright

family lately. We're already connected to the Wright family. If we lose

this time, it will be humiliating.”

Two colleagues stood beside Vaughn and Isla and said.

They were also very angry at The Ritter Group's blatant attitude

towards them.

But being angry was useless.

“Let's go! Let's go to the training ground! We must defeat them!"

Vaughn put down his fist angrily. “I don't believe it. With our young

master here, we can't lose."

On the training ground, several tall men were sweating profusely as

they underwent rigorous training.

Sylvia stood by the basketball court rest area, looking at several men

on the court.

If she had any worries before, her worries completely disappeared now

from her forehead furrowed earlier on her face.

Their height was above average among ordinary people; all over 180

cm tall but there was still some difference compared to those

professional basketball players" height

However!

This did not hinder their performance at all!

“If you want to bring out their true strength and let them make rapid

progress these two days, they need real combat.” Franklin appeared

next to her without warning and spoke in a low voice.

"But we don't have any enemies for real combat,” Sylvia said hesitantly

Franklin smirked slightly. “Do they think only the Ritter Group has

clubs?"

He waved his hand immediately after speaking; A team of five people

appeared from outside of training grounds gate walking towards them

confidently

“That is..." Sylvia couldn't help but open her lips slightly red

Club Sylvia's basketball team members...

It is said that Club Sylvia's basketball team is stronger than the Ritter

Group's club.

Only their boss behind-the-scenes has always been mysterious; There

is only one operating manager publicly known along with several

internationally renowned coaches

This team has won numerous awards and even took home the

championship at last year's NBA tournament.

Now... they're here at MI6?

Not only was Sylvia shocked, but Vaughn and the others were as well.

They forgot about training and just stared in disbelief at Club Sylvia

players who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Master Franklin..."

Soren Gates, captain of Club Sylvia, approached Franklin with respect

and addressed him.

Then... his teammates behind him also respectfully spoke in unison,

"Master Franklin, what are your orders?"

If Vaughn still didn't understand by now, he would be too foolish to stay

at M16!

"Club Sylvia is owned by Master Franklin?"

"Oh my god! Master Franklin is actually the owner of an NBA

championship team? This is insane!"

Sylvia raised her eyebrows. She had already contained her shock.

"Franklin, you've been hiding this pretty well!"

“This team was originally meant for you." Franklin smirked. "Otherwise

why would it be named after you?"

Sylvia's eyes widened with surprise. She had always thought that Club

Sylvia shared her name purely by coincidence.

She never imagined that this man would create a basketball team

named after her!

"You..." she couldn't find any words for a moment.

Not knowing what to say or do next, she instinctively hugged him tightly

around his waist. Her delicate face looked almost transparent against

his handsome features while her clear eyes revealed a hint of deep

affection as she tiptoed up to press her cheek against his face. "Thank

you."

Wearing matching blue-and-white training uniforms, Soren and his four

teammates walked towards the basketball court.

They were all extremely tall with an air of fierceness that seemed like

they had been through countless battles on their bodies.

Meanwhile, the five members from MI6 consisted of Vaughn as small

forward, Jadiel Mills as point guard, Ethan Chase as power forward, Eli

Carey as center, and Erick Booker as shooting guard.

Although they were all quite tall themselves, the professional players

from Soren's team still exuded more dominance over them.

Soren himself emanated an icy aura throughout every inch of his body.

“The basketball court is like a battlefield,” he said sternly during their

two-day special training match, "We five will not show any mercy

towards you guys. So are you ready?"

Captain Ethan replied coldly, "We're ready!" As one might expect due to

being slightly older than everyone else on their side, it was decided he

should lead them into battle

His level is also the best among the five people.

"Good!" Soren said, and then led his team to perform a standard

opponent's salute towards the MI6 team.

Bend over, bow your head.

Give your opponent the most basic respect.

Upon seeing this, Ethan immediately returned the gesture with his own

team.

Soon, the referee entered the field and blew the whistle.

The MI6 team suffered a heavy defeat and was directly defeated.

However, every person still had high spirits.

Being trained by such a top-level team and playing practice matches

was an invaluable opportunity.

Therefore, their progress was also visible to the naked eye.

Getting better and better with each game!

By the time it was evening, every team member was drenched in sweat

and their legs were numb, they could barely walk.

Soren and his team had dinner directly at MI6, and compared to the

MI6 team, their physical fitness including their condition was much

better.

He was handsome and tall, walking inside MI6 immediately attracted

the attention of many women.

In order to facilitate training, they would all be staying inside MI6 these

days.

Sylvia sensitively noticed that Isla seemed a bit different, her eyes

always wandering and dodging.

She raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong? Are you also interested in Soren?"

“I'm not interested in him at all!" Isla snorted and quickly lowered her

head to eat.

Was there something going on here?

Sylvia was puzzled, and then she saw Soren put down his cutlery and

come to Isla. "Isla, won't you take me for a walk around M16?"

Isla couldn't help blushing when she heard his magnetic voice and said

shyly, "Don't call me Isla!"

However, in her mind, she couldn't help but think of the man's wild and

sexy appearance...

However, under the curious gaze of so many colleagues, it felt like

countless high-voltage electric currents were striking her soul directly.

She couldn't stand the feeling and dropped her cutlery before running

out.

Soren curled his lips and quickly caught up with big strides.

Isla blushed terribly, like a poor rabbit, and was caught up by the man.

He pressed her against a big tree trunk directly.

She had no choice but to reach out and press her hand against Soren's

chest, stopping the man from getting any closer, the temperature of her

palm scorching hot.

Isla almost couldn't look him in the eye.

"Why didn't you come to watch me play ball this afternoon?" the man

asked confidently.

Isla felt a bit overwhelmed and muttered quietly, "Do I know you?"

“I don't want to hear this anymore. Isla, you slept with me and now you

are denying it?" Soren narrowed his eyes slightly, danger filling the

depths of his gaze. "Last time at the bar, it was you..."