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Chapter 774
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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 - | 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 | 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 | 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.

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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 MI6! "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.

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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 Mig?" 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 | 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..."