The Schoolgirl Secret Agent

The sandalwood box was something from another world. Yun Jian and Si Yi knew that. Both of them also knew that it was something from Yulong Mainland.

What they knew about the sandalwood box and Yulong Mainland was far more than what Job knew—because Lan Su was from the aforementioned world.

In spite of it, Yun Jian was still jolted when she heard about the sandalwood box from the Inferno Ring’s leader. It was not that she was surprised about its origin or alarmed by Job who was in front of her. She wondered how Job knew that the sandalwood box came from another world.

Back when Job’s men abducted Yun Zhu, their request to Yun Jian was direct. She must acquire the sandalwood box within three days and pass it to them at the meeting location or her younger brother would die.

That was why Yun Jian would risk her life for the sandalwood box and met them at the agreed location.

If Yun Jian did not know why Job and others from Inferno Ring wanted her to seize the sandalwood box previously, she had her guess now. The item came from Yulong Mainland, after all, and it possessed infinite power.

Now that she heard what Job said, she could suddenly connect his words now with Inferno Ring’s request for the sandalwood box in her past life. Yun Jian could perceive from Job’s expression that he was not lying either.

Did he really not ask Wolf.Kill to kill her baby brother?

“Speak!” Yun Jian barked at Job as she stopped what she was doing and threw the tongs and coal back into the burner.

Those who were standing downstairs were frowning as they listened.

What sandalwood box? What was that?

Job also said that this sandalwood box came from another world? Was there another world aside from Earth?

It was absurd! They were not in an ancient feudal society anymore—how could there be another world?

Assuming that Yun Jian was interested, Job put a hand over his thighs that were painfully numbed and straightened himself up.

“I’ll tell you if you let me go!” This was Job’s goal.

Other than staying alive, there was nothing else he cared for right now. He was going to be killed. What more could he pay attention to? He still had plenty of pretty girls to sleep with and the abundant wealth he accumulated over the years that he had yet to spend. There was no way he was dying!

He had just started the fun with the woman who was currently held at gunpoint by Ya Dang when said man forced them apart when he barged in. Tsk, that feeling was really… He was not sated yet.

“Tell me.” Yun Jian narrowed her eyes and looked maliciously at Job.

She was never one to go soft out of kindness. Her identity must not be forgotten—Slaying God, the best of international secret agents, always kept her words.

Bang!

Si Yi picked up an exquisite silver-made pistol and shot Job’s thigh.

The resounding shot made sweat pour out of everyone. Other than Yun Jian, Si Yi was probably the only here who would shoot someone out of a disagreement and stay nonchalant about it afterward.

“You have no right to negotiate. You can die if you’re not telling,” Si Yi said faintly. He blinked his deep eyes, pointing the pistol in his hand to Job’s heart.

Ya Dang, who stood behind Si Yi, was innocent. His young master snatched his pistol at the slightest disagreement, causing him to have to kick the trembling woman who was kneeling on the floor and pushed a knife against her neck.