"The Director of the Pollution Cleaning Department and the Leader of the Evolution Acolytes, 'Hidden Face Man,' are the same person?"
In the flickering light of the clinic-cum-pharmacy, YiXiya's hands rested on the keyboard in front of her as she looked up at Sienzi with surprise.
"I don't know what the structure of your organization is, or what relationship it has with 'Evolution Acolytes,'"
Sienzi, who was tidying up the corpse of Night Hawk, looked up at YiXiya and glanced at the computer, "But according to the files left by 'Night Hawk,' it is indeed so."
YiXiya took a deep breath.
The night air of summer carried a trace of scorching heat, but her body was exceptionally cold.
Instinctively, she was reluctant to believe it, but the attack she had suffered that evening, as well as the terrifying scene of her colleague suddenly transforming into a monster, seemed to be a blood-drenched indicator of this cruel reality.
