After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
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 takethem 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 playedbasketball.

"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 remindedthem earlier but now felt that he was too timid. How could he be afraidof MI6's amateur team? What was there to fear?

Soon after the Club Ritter notification came out all the media reportersrushed over to the club's base.

Club Ritter's manager stood on an outdoor training field and directlyhosted this press conference.

"Club Ritter will have a friendly match with MI6 this Saturday. Themembers of MI6 are very respectable opponents; we didn't expectthem to accept our challenge. We hope that all media friends cancome, watch and report on it as MI6 is a very mysterious organizationthat 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 awardsetc., then began the question-and-answer session.

A reporter stood up and asked: "May I ask you what formation you planon using for this match?"

"Well... we don't plan on using our strongest lineup since MI6 is only anamateur team; if we use NBA-level strength against them, then theydefinitely wouldn't stand a chance, so I have no choice but let our usualsubstitute players go out there instead.” The manager's tone was full ofmockery and disdain towards their opponents" abilities.

It seems like MI6 has agreed to compete with them, like MI6 wasoverestimating 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 thathe gritted his teeth.

He wanted to punch the TV in front of him! And then smash ClubRitter's manager's face.

"Don't get angry,” Isla grabbed Vaughn. “The Ritter Group is strong, butwe're not weak either.”

"Right, which one of us at MI6 isn't a martial arts expert? Our physicalabilities are definitely not worse than professional athletes!"

“The Ritter Group has been particularly targeting us and the Wrightfamily lately. We're already connected to the Wright family. If we losethis 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 attitudetowards 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 youngmaster here, we can't lose."

On the training ground, several tall men were sweating profusely asthey underwent rigorous training.

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

If she had any worries before, her worries completely disappeared nowfrom her forehead furrowed earlier on her face.

Their height was above average among ordinary people; all over 180cm tall but there was still some difference compared to thoseprofessional 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 rapidprogress these two days, they need real combat.” Franklin appearednext to her without warning and spoke in a low voice.

"But we don't have any enemies for real combat,” Sylvia said hesitantlyFranklin smirked slightly. “Do they think only the Ritter Group hasclubs?"

He waved his hand immediately after speaking; A team of five peopleappeared from outside of training grounds gate walking towards themconfidently

“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 RitterGroup's club.

Only their boss behind-the-scenes has always been mysterious; Thereis only one operating manager publicly known along with severalinternationally renowned coaches

This team has won numerous awards and even took home thechampionship 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 Sylviaplayers who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Master Franklin..."

Soren Gates, captain of Club Sylvia, approached Franklin with respectand 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 stayat M16!

"Club Sylvia is owned by Master Franklin?"

"Oh my god! Master Franklin is actually the owner of an NBAchampionship 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. "Otherwisewhy would it be named after you?"

Sylvia's eyes widened with surprise. She had always thought that ClubSylvia shared her name purely by coincidence.

She never imagined that this man would create a basketball teamnamed after her!

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

Not knowing what to say or do next, she instinctively hugged him tightlyaround his waist. Her delicate face looked almost transparent againsthis handsome features while her clear eyes revealed a hint of deepaffection as she tiptoed up to press her cheek against his face. "Thankyou."

Wearing matching blue-and-white training uniforms, Soren and his fourteammates walked towards the basketball court.

They were all extremely tall with an air of fierceness that seemed likethey had been through countless battles on their bodies.

Meanwhile, the five members from MI6 consisted of Vaughn as smallforward, Jadiel Mills as point guard, Ethan Chase as power forward, EliCarey as center, and Erick Booker as shooting guard.

Although they were all quite tall themselves, the professional playersfrom 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 theirtwo-day special training match, "We five will not show any mercytowards you guys. So are you ready?"

Captain Ethan replied coldly, "We're ready!" As one might expect due tobeing slightly older than everyone else on their side, it was decided heshould 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 standardopponent'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 ownteam.

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 matcheswas 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 sweatand their legs were numb, they could barely walk.

Soren and his team had dinner directly at MI6, and compared to theMI6 team, their physical fitness including their condition was muchbetter.

He was handsome and tall, walking inside MI6 immediately attractedthe attention of many women.

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

Sylvia sensitively noticed that Isla seemed a bit different, her eyesalways 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 herhead to eat.

Was there something going on here?

Sylvia was puzzled, and then she saw Soren put down his cutlery andcome 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 saidshyly, "Don't call me Isla!"

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

However, under the curious gaze of so many colleagues, it felt likecountless high-voltage electric currents were striking her soul directly.She couldn't stand the feeling and dropped her cutlery before runningout.

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'schest, stopping the man from getting any closer, the temperature of herpalm scorching hot.

Isla almost couldn't look him in the eye.

"Why didn't you come to watch me play ball this afternoon?" the manasked 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 youare denying it?" Soren narrowed his eyes slightly, danger filling thedepths of his gaze. "Last time at the bar, it was you..."