Inside the van.
Zhang Shan held the already cleaned cell phone, yet he still felt uncomfortable, always sensing a sticky, greasy residue.
Still, he unlocked the screen and began to operate it.
The others gathered around, also looking at the phone screen.
Although Black Gloves couldn't understand, its furry fox head joined in, squinting at the screen.
It turned out the phone model was very old; the screen had low pixels, low brightness, and several cracks.
Bai Mo frowned; even before he became an expert, he wouldn't want to use such a phone. It's too shabby!
The phone didn't have many apps, apart from the pre-installed ones that couldn't be uninstalled, it only had WeChat.
Opening WeChat, there weren't many contacts, just a bunch of contacts named first brother, second brother, third brother, fourth sister, etc. There was also a "Giant Food Mountain Sect Group" which made Zhang Shan and the others' eyes light up!
Did they hit the jackpot?
