The wide hearse stopped in front of the narrow entrance.
A young worker dressed in funeral home attire jumped down from the vehicle, glanced at the people standing at the door, and then at the well-gathered, bloodstained corpse before them,
"Is this the one?"
He looked at the people in front of him, then at the iron mask on the corpse, his eyes pausing slightly before he asked, "Do you require makeup mortician services?"
This question made both YiXiya and Sienzi pause.
YiXiya's gaze fell on the iron mask that had never been removed from the corpse.
She had never seen Night Hawk's true face; he claimed that a disaster had disfigured him as a child, so he had to wear the mask.
After a brief hesitation, she slowly reached out and lifted the mask.
A ferocious face, with features almost indistinguishable, presented itself before her.
Even YiXiya, with all her experience, was slightly taken aback upon seeing this face.