Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

His eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc, which startled the short man next to him.

"Ouch!"

Said to be short, in fact, this person is also [-] meters tall.However, compared to Wen Rujian, who is [-] meters tall, he is a whole head lower.

This person is dark-skinned, with a deer head and mouse eyes, and belongs to the kind of person with a very poor image.However, upon closer inspection, it can be found that among this man's thin facial features, his eyes are particularly bright.

"Wen Rujian!"

He opened his mouth, but in blunt and broken Chinese: "What, have you been to hell?"

"No."

Wen Rujian frowned, feeling a little disgusted with the person in front of him.

Baikalche, the No.5 of the Indian team, is an extremely clever intelligence collector.Don't look at his appearance, but he has the ability to remember him, and many world-class players are very jealous of him.

For fear that he will see the weakness, write it down and spread it.

Because Baikalche has a very bad reputation, the information of the players falls into his hands. As long as someone can afford the price, there is no one who is reluctant or not allowed to sell.

Even in the Indian team, there are many players who hate him very much.

"It's nothing, my eyes are dazzled, I seem to have seen your shiver..."

"You boy!"

Baikalche's face changed suddenly, he stared at the handsome young man in front of him, his eyes were full of anger.But in the end, he only dared to stare.

Even though God Shiva is the supreme god of Hinduism, he didn't mean to get angry and fight.

"Inferior aggressive tactics."

He shook his head, ignoring him.His eyes fell silently in front of a group of strangers who entered the door.

"This is... the Japanese team?"

His eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Is it finally here?"

The reason why Baikalche and Wen Rujian came here is to observe the game between Japan and South Korea.Among them, the situation of the Japanese team is the focus of their observation.

Without him, Byodoin, ranked [-]th in the world, was seriously injured. How much fighting power is left in the Japanese team? This is what many Asian teams are very concerned about.

"hey-hey!!"

The people staring at the Japanese team took a few glances, and Baikalche let out a strange laugh, like a bat screaming at night, and it was a little creepy.

"It seems that after Byodoin, the Japanese team no longer has a single person in charge."

He shook his head and turned to leave.

No one knows what this sneaky guy is thinking.

"Ok?"

Looking at the direction he was heading, Wen Rujian saw a familiar figure.

Duke Watanabe!

That fat man actually put on the jacket of the Japanese team?

This is a big clue!

No wonder that guy Baikalche sneaked away. He must be selling information for the first time, right?

This is a top player who is enough to reverse the result of the round-robin match between Japan and Korea.

"However, the others..."

Wen Rujian's eyes lit up like a torch, swept over every Japanese representative, and saw their state in his eyes.

Drip! !

His brain was like a running computer, and he instantly figured out the tennis abilities of these people.

"75 points!"

"80 points!"

"79 points!"

And when he swept the transition edge, he couldn't help but raise his brows.

"93 points!"

The opponent, worthy of the destruction king of the French team, has reached the top level of more than 90 points (his own evaluation rules).For the others, the whole is just floating around seven or eighty.

"Sure enough, the gap between world class and others is too big..."

He shook his head with emotion, his eyes slowly retracted, but when he glanced at the back of a young man in the team, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"0...0 o'clock?!!"

He looked at the back of the silver hair in disbelief.

Who is this guy?

Chapter [-] Secret Actions