Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 498: First glimpse of the clues, Clark Organization, meeting old friends in a foreign countr

Beichuan and Brand looked at each other, and they understood each other, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

[It seems that the real welcome party is already prepared.]

Of course, this subtle change in the two of them did not attract the attention of the staff at all.

Afterwards, Kitagawa and Brand led the Swiss U-17 team members and walked briskly towards the best-rated restaurant in London.

Behind the team, in the shadows of the street corner, several figures were moving quietly.

They have typical British faces, deep eyes, high nose bridges, and exude a unique British temperament.

The rings on their hands are particularly eye-catching. The styles of the rings are unique and seem to hide some special meaning.

"Is this the world's second-ranked Swiss U-17 team? They look just so-so. I don't see anything particularly impressive about them at all."

A tall young man curled his lips and said with disdain.

"That's right, the British U-17 training camp looked down on us back then, and now they're groveling and begging for our help."

Another slightly thinner boy echoed with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"They've been constantly claiming to banish violent tennis, but now they're relying on it to redeem their so-called honor. How ridiculous!"

They were talking back and forth, and when the Swiss U-17 team members walked into the restaurant, they showed unscrupulous disdain on their faces and started to mock loudly.

"okay."

At this moment, a figure slowly approached from behind them. His voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty. "Proceed as planned."

"Also, have you found that guy Xiu? We can't forget about the traitor just because we're busy with our work."

As he finished speaking, the others nodded heavily to show that they understood.

There is no doubt that this is the Clark Organization that Jack Ferdinand, captain of the British U-17 team, mentioned, and the person who appeared at the end was the leader of the Clark Organization - Keith.

He is tall and strong, with a cold and decisive look in his eyes that makes people feel intimidated.

at the same time.

At the England U-17 training camp.

Leo Wakefield asked Jack Ferdinand with curiosity, "Who is Clark's Keith?"

As soon as he said this, everyone present turned their eyes to Jack Ferdinand.

Obviously, everyone was curious about this man whom Jack had high hopes for, and they were eager to know his true identity and past experiences.

"Keith is the leader of Clark's organization. Everyone already knows that."

Jack Ferdinand was slightly stunned, then lost in memories. He looked out the window, as if traveling through time and space and returning to the past, and spoke slowly.

"But you may not know that Keith was once a highly regarded talented tennis player. He was extremely talented and skilled, and was a rising star in the youth tennis world."

"However, due to some special reasons, he lost the qualification to participate in regular competitions. Since then, his life has undergone a huge change. He led the Clark Organization, carried out some sabotage activities, and became a troublesome figure in the tennis world."

After these words were spoken, silence fell in the conference room. Everyone fell into deep thought, shocked and curious about Keith's past, while also feeling vaguely worried about the upcoming situation.

In another corner of London, it was raining heavily, with big raindrops hitting the ground, splashing layers of water.

A young man was walking forward with difficulty in the rain, his figure seemed a little lonely and desolate in the rain.

The rain kept running down his cheeks, soaking his clothes and sticking to his body, but he had no intention of stopping.

On his finger was a ring unique to Clark's organization, which flickered eerily in the dim light.

At this moment, he was walking towards the five-star hotel where the Swiss U-17 team would stay that night. His eyes were firm and mysterious, making it impossible to guess his purpose and intention.

Let’s not talk about that for now.

Near one o'clock, Kitagawa and the Swiss U-17 team finally took their seats in the restaurant.

The restaurant is decorated luxuriously and elegantly, like a palace of art.

The crystal chandelier casts soft and warm light, illuminating every corner.

The dining table was set with exquisite silver cutlery and snow-white napkins, and the cutlery sparkled with a charming luster under the light.

Exquisite oil paintings hang on the walls, depicting the British countryside, ancient castles and famous battles in history. Each painting is lifelike, as if telling a moving story, adding a strong artistic atmosphere and historical heritage to the restaurant.

The air is filled with the aroma of delicious food, the fragrance of grilled steak, the aroma of baked bread and various spices mixed together, making people salivate.

"Finally I can eat, but I was starving."

Peter Lambiel spoke slowly as he expertly cut into a steak. His glasses reflected the light, revealing several figures in the uniforms of other national teams. "Speaking of which, it seems like a lot of people came to watch our match against the British U-17 team."

"Some time ago, news about Captain Beichuan spread widely in the world of youth tennis, causing quite a stir."

Kulalaja Tasta smiled and explained softly, "Because of the mandatory participation requirement for middle school players this year, many U-17 teams from various countries see this as a great opportunity to rise to prominence and are eager to make a name for themselves in this tournament."

"But our captain's outstanding performance put immense pressure on the national teams after the BIG4, such as the Liberty Nations U-17 and Greece U-17, and they all started to take this competition seriously."

"Plus, everyone wanted to join in the fun. For such an international tennis tournament, everyone wanted to witness the wonderful performances of players from all over the world, so everyone who could come came."

"cut!"

Kirihara Akaya snorted nonchalantly, "Let them watch, what can they do to us? We're not afraid of them."

Genichirō Sanada and others nodded, expressing their agreement with Kirihara Akaya's point of view, and their eyes revealed confidence and determination.

Just then, a group of unfamiliar teenagers walked towards the table of the Swiss U-17 team.