Was he An Hun Group’s ringleader—the leader of the world’s top assassin organization which was more terrifying than Gu Sha Mercenaries?
Rumors had it that no one had ever heard of the ringleader of An Hun, the best assassin organization in the world. He had no pseudonym. People only knew that he was mysterious, much more so than Slaying God, the boss of Gu Sha Mercenaries!
As long as An Hun Group did not invade the country’s territory, the security bodies like the police had to nod in deference even if they were to meet this presence more enigmatic than Slaying God—forget about wiping out An Hun like they were uprooting Inferno Ring!
Ge Junjian remembered that he had been told about the two powerful existences in this world that one must not offend when he just got into the Advanced Special Forces. One was An Hun Group and another was Gu Sha Mercenaries.
Today, however, he was suddenly told that the leaders of these two organizations were his best subordinate and the young man he saw as his best subordinate’s man.
How could Ge Junjian not be shocked?
It was fortunate that while An Hun and Gu Sha were assassins and secret agent organizations, they had never done anything to Country Z, so they remained indifferent to each other with the nation.
This meant that the military did not have to confront An Hun Group and Gu Sha Mercenaries no matter how other countries or regions were at odds with them.
It was precisely the reason Zhe Province’s military chiefs allowed Ge Junjian to work with An Hun and Gu Sha. Otherwise, it would be too much of a terror to work with the biggest assassin organization and mercenaries.
Ge Junjian calmed down gradually.
He had so many things to ask Yun Jian privately but this was not the right time or place.
Then, Mo Sen entered the base with a burner.
When they looked over, the big burner Mo Sen held contained coals made from wood. It was obvious that the charcoal was retrieved from the kitchen in Inferno Ring’s base.
Mo Sen brought with him a pair of tongs for the charcoal too.
Those who were present were curious. What were these things for?
“Young master, I’ve only managed to find these,” Mo Sen spoke as he carried the burner up the third floor.
What was he going to do?
Si Yi had only shifted his eyes away when Mo Sen placed the burner in front of him. His cutting gaze glared at Job but he spoke to Yun Jian, “These are nice for you to skin him.”
Si Yi’s words horrified everyone there.
If Yun Jian’s stabs on Job’s thighs were frightening, Si Yi’s current words sounded like they came from the devil in the deepest pit of hell. It was traumatizing and terrorizing!
Shao Weiming was already squatting on the floor in fear. No one could understand how petrified he was. His lifetime’s worth of fear was all poured out here.
Yun Jian lifted her leg, giving Job a glimpse.
“These are just enough to skin him.” Yun Jian chuckled and went over to pick up the blazing charcoal with the tongs.
“No! No! I didn’t kill your brother! Slaying God! It’s not me! I didn’t ask for it to be done either! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I’ll tell you a secret! I’ll tell you a secret if you don’t kill me! It’s about the sandalwood box—about the sandalwood box... It’s from another world! Don’t kill me, I’ll tell you guys everything!” Job shrieked when he saw Yun Jian approaching him with the burning charcoal.