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?"
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I just started to read this because it said it is "finished". Np I am stuck on the middle of it. What it is all about?...
there is update for quite while....
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Story says complete but it is incomplete...
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I hope his not getting parasite love poison too. And get untangle with other women....
I'm just wondering is this the last chapter? I know that this book is not finished but it does say completed. I love it and don't want it to stop just like that....