Chapitre 62: Thunder Token

It was late at night.

Heavy rain poured down, and lightning flashed.

At this moment, the Black Tiger Gang's encampment was brightly lit and there were many people coming and going.

In the middle of the room, a thin old man stood quietly.

Lei Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, sat at the head of the table confidently. He held a slightly tattered letter in his left hand and rubbed a square white rice paper with gold on the square table with his right hand.

There were only two big words written on it: Thunder Token.

The rice paper was as delicate as snow and had exquisite golden patterns. It was so exquisite that one could see it with the naked eye. It was simply incompatible with the rough tables, chairs, doors, and frames around it, as if it was a product of two worlds.

Lei Hu rubbed it slowly. Calculating his age, he was already 30 years old. This should be his most ambitious age.