The Schoolgirl Secret Agent

Zhang Zhuti asked loudly, going from a lecherous expression to physically and mentally tensing up as he spoke.

Falcon Hall and Gu Sha Mercenaries had similarly begun assigning a serial number to each member.

Each member of Gu Sha Mercenaries had a serial number. The first was Yun Jian and the number was based on one's capabilities, accomplishments and contributions.

Previously, Yun Jian had started the serial numbering for Falcon Hall as well with the same rules.

Falcon Hall did not state that its members must not disclose their serial numbers to outsiders but the members with serial numbers toward the end were usually reluctant to bring it up. Only those with serial numbers that were at the front were willing to share.

In spite of it, those people with smaller serial numbers were commonly mature and composed. They were mostly personal picks by Yun Jian or Xu Zetian too since smaller serial numbers meant that they were elders in Falcon Hall.

This caused a phenomenon that those with smaller serial numbers would not boast about it while those with bigger serial numbers were too embarrassed to flaunt it, resulting in outsiders not knowing that Falcon Hall had a serial numbering system.

Wang Qiaoyu had already wanted to mock Yun Jian to her heart's content hearing how the latter was making things up only to see Zhang Zhuti was actually intimidated when he heard what she said.

Not only had Zhang Zhuti paled in fear, he questioned how Yun Jian knew that Falcon Hall members had serial numbers.

"Ge, what are you going on about with her? Falcon Hall has serial numbers for its members? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?" Wang Qiaoyu asked when she caught up to what was happening.

Zhang Zhuti told her everything, especially what he got to brag and be pleased about.

Back then, the reason Wang Qiaoyu took Zhang Zhuti as her brother was because he was so good at blowing the trumpet that he sounded like he was invincible. Wang Qiaoyu ultimately thought that Zhang Zhuti was really that great, so she was eager to create that sibling bond with him.

Whatever Zhang Zhuti could boast about, Wang Qiaoyu had heard it from him. There was nothing about any kind of serial number, thus she asked.

Yun Jian, Lu Feiyan and Wang Cancan were still seated while Yun Jian looked at Zhang Zhuti coldly.

Zhang Zhuti was at a loss from the question.

"Uh… What do you mean? What serial numbers… I don't know anything…" It was only then Zhang Zhuti was aware of his slipup and tried to get himself out of it.

Needless to say, Zhang Zhuti's serial number must be way behind while the image he had created in front of Wang Qiaoyu was almighty—there was nothing he could not do.

If he did state his serial number, the image he had built up would be bullsh*t. He was just an errand boy in Falcon Hall.

Before Zhang Zhuti could finish, he was cut off by Yun Jian again. Her tone was not exactly friendly when she spoke looking at him, "Falcon Hall has assigned a serial number to each of its member. There's no way you'll be missed out. If you refuse to tell us, I can find out with your name."

What Yun Jian said shocked everyone, especially Zhang Zhuti. He froze before barking a laugh.

"Pft! You want to find out my serial number with my name? Are you kidding me? How? You think people from Falcon Hall will care about you? Find out my serial number huh? Haha! Who do you think you are?! The boss of Falcon Hall? Hah!"

Zhang Zhuti was laughing loudly. As he did, Wang Qiaoyu laughed with him. Her current favorite thing to do was to laugh at Yun Jian.

The mocking laughter did not seem to affect Yun Jian as much. She picked up her phone and called Falcon Hall's headquarters landline before stating Zhang Zhuti's name directly.

"Hahaha! Ooh, she's making a call. Wow, who's she calling? Thinking of checking my brother's… what's that? Some kind of serial number? Hahaha!" Wang Qiaoyu was having the time of her life laughing at Yun Jian.

Before she was done laughing, however, Yun Jian suddenly listed a number, "113905."

"What? Are you crazy? Is this a landline number? Haha…" Wang Qiaoyu laughed.

"Sh*t! No—this is impossible! How do you know my serial number?! You…" Just when Wang Qiaoyu was going to guffaw, Zhang Zhuti cried aloud with a shocked scowl.

"Because I'm also from Falcon Hall," Yun Jian answered with a smirk and squint.

"Then what's your serial number?!" Stunned, Zhang Zhuti questioned Yun Jian as if to confirm that she was not lying.

Yun Jian's squint deepened slightly as she took a pause before her cherry lips pulled into a smile. "My serial number is… 1."