Chapter 112: There Are Actually Two Such Figures?!
The speaker was a relatively short man, barely over one-point-six meters tall. He was the Jacket Squad’s point guard, Bobby Dive.
“You idiot! You actually dare to question a message from the Miyamoto Family?”
The rebuttal came from a black man with a lip piercing. His name was Isaac Harry, the Jacket Squad’s small forward.
“Enough arguing. Just focus on the game,” said a white man named Raglan Quent, who played power forward. “The Miyamoto Family promised us one million dollars if we win. That’s a huge sum.”
The Jacket Squad had a few substitutes as well, but they weren’t worth introducing in detail.
Bobby spoke up again. “If the Miyamoto Family dares to say something like that, it means their team must be strong.”
Isaac scoffed. “So what? Who in the local streetball scene can beat us? Are they going to invite players from another city?”
Walking at the very front, Captain Brown spoke calmly. “It’s possible. After all, it’s the Miyamoto Family.”
Isaac froze for a moment, realizing that it really could be the case.
“So that means this match is going to be a tough one.”
Marlon chewed his gum and replied indifferently, “I don’t know if it’ll be tough, but keep your hands clean. I don’t want us meeting in the morgue later.”
Isaac glanced at the Miyamoto Family security personnel standing nearby and shivered. “Relax. I wouldn’t dare do anything to the Miyamoto Family heir.”
Marlon continued in the same flat tone. “Good. If you lose control, we won’t be able to help you.”
Isaac immediately swore, “It won’t happen. Today, even if I hit myself, I won’t pull any dirty tricks.”
The Jacket Squad reached the court, which was already surrounded by a sea of people.
For the sake of this match, the Miyamoto Family had specially constructed temporary spectator stands so more people could watch.
Looking around, Bobby couldn’t help murmuring, “As expected of the Miyamoto Family. It’s been a long time since I played in a match this lively.”
Brown took off his jacket, revealing his jersey and bulging muscles. “Warm up,” he reminded them. “The game’s about to start.”
The Jacket Squad nodded and began removing their outerwear to get ready. Just then, a wave of noise interrupted them.
They all turned their eyes forward.
A massive luxury sedan slowly pulled to a stop. Once it arrived, the doors opened.
Players from the Black Emperor Dragon Team stepped out one by one.
Allen, Nick, Zack, and Shuzo Nijimura were the first to appear, exiting together and walking toward the court.
All four were dressed in black suits. Allen and Zack soaked in the atmosphere excitedly, grinning uncontrollably, their expressions giving off a dangerous vibe.
Nick remained expressionless, walking calmly alongside Shuzo Nijimura at the front.
The crowd immediately started buzzing.
“So these are the players chosen by the Miyamoto Family?”
“Why do those two look kind of dangerous?”
“Probably just their faces. They seem normal to me.”
“I wonder how strong they actually are.”
The Jacket Squad observed the four closely.
“So that’s them? They don’t look like much,”
Bobby muttered.
Brown, however, frowned deeply.
“Very dangerous…”
Marlon turned his head, noticing Brown’s expression. “Did you sense something?”
The Jacket Squad all looked toward Brown. They knew their captain possessed a special ability—perception. He could sense an opponent’s strength.
As Brown stared at the four approaching players, the three aside from Shuzo Nijimura all gave him a strong sense of danger. That feeling meant that each of them could pose a real threat to him.
“All three of them are very strong,” Brown said gravely. “Only that Eastern man… I don’t feel any danger from him.”
The Jacket Squad immediately grew serious. If Brown said they were dangerous, then they definitely were.
Just as the team tensed up, Brown suddenly opened his mouth wide, letting out an unconscious gasp.
The others turned to look at him. It was the first time they had ever seen such an expression on his face.
“What’s wrong, Brown?”
Brown seemed not to hear them, muttering to himself instead.
“How… how is this possible…”
Following his gaze, the Jacket Squad saw another person step out of the car.
The man had white hair, and his black suit was stretched taut over his massive frame. His towering height and wide grin exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.
It was Jason Silver.
Bobby’s mouth fell open. “Th-this… what kind of build is that?! He’s even bigger than you, Captain…”
He turned toward Brown, who was still frozen in shock.
“Captain… what does he feel like to you…?”
Brown swallowed hard and muttered in disbelief,
“We can’t win…”
Marlon was stunned and turned sharply. “What did you say?”
Brown continued in a daze,
“We can’t win… The feeling he gives me… it’s like a ferocious beast. And I’m just a lamb, waiting to be hunted…”
The entire Jacket Squad was shaken.
This was the first time they had ever heard such words from their captain. In the past, the highest evaluation Brown ever gave an opponent was “dangerous.” That meant a hard fight—but not an unwinnable one.
Yet now, he had outright said they couldn’t win.
Bobby let out a bitter laugh.
“As expected… the Miyamoto Family’s money really isn’t easy to take…”
Suddenly, Brown felt another extremely oppressive presence, making him cry out in shock.
“Impossible! How can there be two people like this?!”
Marlon and Isaac immediately turned toward the car.
Nash Gold stepped out, dressed in a black suit. A smile that suggested everything was under his control hung on his face as he walked toward the court with his hands in his pockets. His golden hair radiated unrestrained arrogance.
Brown stared at him in disbelief.
The pressure Nash Gold gave off was no weaker than Jason Silver’s.
If Jason Silver felt like overwhelming force, then Nash Gold felt like suffocating oppression.
Brown could hardly believe it. The Black Emperor Dragon Team of the Miyamoto Family heir actually had two such figures.
At that moment, an aura of extreme nobility and bloodlust spread through Brown’s heart. Two completely different extremes manifested on a single person, leaving him utterly shaken.
Under that presence, Brown felt an uncontrollable urge to kneel in worship.
And in truth, he did exactly that…
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