Chapter 776

The reporters began to whisper amongst themselves.

"MI6 is very secretive and never appears in public. Could it be that they won't show up this time?"

"Maybe they're afraid of losing face, so they're not coming.”

"The hype on the internet is at an all-time high. Almost all netizens and fans are following this game."

"If they don't come... it would be more embarrassing than losing." "Yeah! MI6 will be called cowards!"

The reporters were constantly taking pictures and recording videos with their cameras.

Short videos were being updated every few minutes, almost all of them about the game.

Regardless of how small the media outlet was or whether it was just a short video posted online, their followers skyrocketed.

Comments and likes were unprecedentedly high.

It seemed like netizens from across the empire were following this event with great enthusiasm.

With only five minutes left until the start of the game, MI6 still hadn't arrived yet. Everyone was becoming increasingly impatient.

"Hey manager! Are they not coming? If they don't come, we'll go back to training!"

"Yeah, why don't we just continue practicing?" Two players had already yawned and were ready to leave the court when suddenly a cold voice rang out, "There are still three minutes until the start of the game. We are not late." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

All eyes turned towards where Franklin stood at the entrance wearing his blue-and-white uniform as he strode confidently towards them with his team members behind him.

Almost immediately everyone recognized him as Franklin - he exuded an aura that could not be ignored; his demeanor was cold but fierce; his gaze bold yet arrogant; wherever he went he always stood out from everyone else in some way or another.

He wore a blue-and-white basketball jersey that hugged his muscular frame tightly while emphasizing every curve on his body - making one's imagination run wild about what lay beneath those clothes... The color blue usually connotes coolness but when worn by Franklin it made him look even more intimidating than usual.

His handsome face betrayed no emotion but one could sense that he possessed immense power which influenced everyone present there! "Franklin?"

"It's Franklin!"

"Why is he wearing MI6's jersey?"

"Isn't he the CEO of SouthStar Airlines?"

“Isn't he the CEO of Maskelyne Group?"

"Why is he here?"

were discussing in

went crazy, continuously taking pictures of Franklin and his

help but tremble

him that he reacted and spoke as if waking from a dream, "Mr. Maskelyne, is a small

afraid now that I'm on the court?" Franklin mercilessly sneered, "Otherwise why are you

sank slightly, "Mr. Maskelyne misunderstood me. I'm just worried about Mr. Maskelyne getting hurt

on the court.” Franklin's imposing manner was overwhelming as he disdainfully glanced at both the manager and Club Ritter's players. Your Ritter Group is strong but my MI6

who were shocked when they saw it was actually

louder than

directly abandoned their original loyalty to their own Ritter Group players and turned

god! The mysterious leader of MI6 is actually Franklin?!"

"Go go go!"

seat with a slight smile on her lips,"Mrs. Wright, I don't know how good his

after experiencing so much recently, "I trust in

towels and water ready for

as whistle

officially began. The players from Club Ritter had already planned to take out the scoring guard first. Franklin, the spoiled brat, was

them went to intercept MI6's scoring

Bang! A loud noise!

guard was knocked down by them

fell silent, everyone shocked

been injured just three minutes into his debut! Referee! Was

reality and began

Medical personnel rushed over to help him off the court while

wonder if they have any substitute

blue-and-white

commentator couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that...

in disbelief. "Am I seeing things? Brayden is playing!" Not only did one

looked at each other

the

was doing? Bringing out Brayden? A

- rumored to be Howlett family scion - another rich boy... Isla and her friends watched nervously from their

hung his head with regret as he watched events unfold on- court while nursing an arm casted in plaster. "Those three despicable guys deliberately knocked our man down earlier!

gently. “Trust Master Franklin... he'll pull

players coming onto field and couldn't resist bragging to Mrs. Ritter beside him. "Mrs. Ritter, all three of them are

hope so. Tell them to

Ritter, I already gave the

Ritter's eyes

Ritter Group

then something

one of his opponents with a beautiful crossover move

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