"Thunder Helper, there's your express!" A robust, dark-skinned man took an express and handed it to Lei Baihu.

Lei Baihu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, glanced at the express casually, alerted himself, and said quietly, "Cha Cang, open it for me!"

The express is light and airy. It seems that it has nothing in it. Cha Cang ripped it open and fell gently. Four photos fell from it. He looked at it, his face changed slightly, and quickly handed it to Lei Baihu. "Help thunder master, or you see it!"

Lei Baihu took the photo and immediately sat upright, his face changed greatly. One after another, his...