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Zhang Zhuti asked loudly. As he spoke, Zhang Zhuti's expression changed from a lewd expression at the beginning to now his whole body and mind were tense.

The Falcon Palace, like the Ancient Killing Mercenary Group, began to rank each member with a number.

Every member of the Ancient Killing Mercenary Group has a number. Number one is Yun Jian, who is ranked based on strength, record, and contribution.

Some time ago, Yunjian also assigned numbers to the Falcon Hall, also from these aspects.

Regarding this matter, the Falcon Hall has no rules that prohibit members from revealing their numbers to outsiders, but generally members of the Falcon Hall with lower numbers are reluctant to mention this matter.

Only those with higher numbers are willing to say it.

However, those with higher numbers are generally mature and stable, and the candidates are usually personally selected by Yun Jian or Xu Zetian, because the higher the number means that the person is an elder-level figure in the Falcon Hall.

Therefore, this has also caused a phenomenon, that is, people with higher numbers will not go out to brag, and people with lower numbers cannot take action. Therefore, outsiders do not know that Falcon Hall has begun to arrange numbers.

After hearing Yun Jian's nonsense, Gang Wang Qiaoyu had already thought of rudely criticizing Yun Jian, but after hearing Yun Jian's words, Zhang Zhuti was really frightened.

Not only was Zhang Zhuti turned pale with fright, he even asked Yun Jian how he knew that the members of his Falcon Hall had platoon numbers?

"Brother, why are you yelling after her? Does your Falcon Hall have a number? Why haven't I heard you mention this?"

After Wang Qiaoyu came to his senses, he spoke to Zhang Zhuti.

Zhang Zhu told her everything he mentioned, especially things that he boasted about.

The reason why Wang Qiaoyu recognized Zhang Zhuti's brother at first was because Zhang Zhuti's bragging could carry him to the sky. In the end, Wang Qiaoyu really thought that Zhang Zhuti was so powerful, so he couldn't wait to call Zhang Zhuti brother and sister. stand up.

Wang Qiaoyu has heard everything about Niuxi Wang Qiaoyu from Zhang Zhuti, but he has never heard of any number, so Wang Qiaoyu only spoke this way.

Yun Jian, Lu Feiyan, and Wang Cancan were still sitting in their seats, and at this moment Yun Jian was looking at Zhang Zhuti coldly.

Zhang Zhuti was at a loss when asked.

"This...what's the matter, what number...I don't know..." Only then did Zhang Zhuti realize that he had lost control just now, and he turned to explain himself. .

Needless to say, Zhang Zhuti's number must be very low on the list, and the image he has erected in front of Wang Qiaoyu is that of omnipotence, there is nothing he cannot do.

If his number is reported, then all images will be bullshit.

In fact, he was just an errand boy in Falcon Hall.

Before Zhang Zhuti could finish speaking, he was interrupted again by Yun Jian. She looked at Zhang Zhuti and her tone was not very kind:

"Falcon Hall has compiled a number for each member. There is no chance of omission. If you don't tell me, I will directly use your name to look up the number."

Yun Jian's words stunned everyone, especially Zhang Zhuti.

After hearing Yun Jian's words, Zhang Zhuti was stunned, and then he laughed twice.

"Pfft, you said you use my name to check the number? Are you kidding me? How do you check? Do you think we in the Falcon Hall will pay attention to you? You are still checking my number! Haha! Who do you think you are? You! The boss of our Falcon Palace?"

Zhang Zhuti's laughter sounded like a silver bell.

Zhang Zhuti smiled, and Wang Qiaoyu also laughed with him.

Wang Qiaoyu liked to make fun of Yun Jian the most.

The ridicule seemed to have no effect on Yun Jian. Yun Jian picked up her mobile phone and dialed the landline number of the Falcon Hall headquarters. She directly reported Zhang Zhuti's name.

"Hahaha! She even made a phone call, yo yo yo, who are you calling! She also wants to check my brother's fucking number, ha ha ha!" Wang Qiaoyu looked at Yun Jian and smiled excitedly. .

However, before Wang Qiaoyu finished laughing, Yun Jian suddenly reported a string of data: "113905."

"What? You are crazy. I think this is the landline number, right? Haha..." Wang Qiaoyu laughed out loud

"I'll go, no, this is impossible, how do you know my number! You..." Just when Wang Qiaoyu was about to scream and burst into laughter, Zhang Zhuti suddenly turned pale with shock. , shouted out loud.

"Because I am also from the Falcon Hall." Yun Jian narrowed his eyes with a smile and sneered in front of everyone.

"What's your number?" Zhang Zhuti's face was stunned, and he asked Yun Jian, as if he was confirming Yun Jian's voice.

But Yun Jian's eyes narrowed a little deeper, and then she paused, smiled lightly, and said with a slight red arc: "My number is...1."