Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 313

Kenneth's pride was evident, no matter how he tried to conceal it Seeing him like this, she almost forgot he was recovering from an injury. In fact, Kenneth really didn't think much of this minor injury. The next day was the DarkHawk's funeral, and Kenneth certainly had to attend in person.

A morning rain had fallen, and now the sky outside was still covered with thick clouds, the air heavy with a gentle drizzle. The funeral was held at the funeral home in Golten. DarkHawk had no family, and those attending the funeral were his subordinates from over the years.

A group of men in black suits stood densely on both sides of the main hall, even crowding outside. Accompanying them were the chief commander of the operation and a few special forces officers who were lightly injured during the mission. Large floral wreaths adorned the sides of the spacious hall, and at the center of the gold-patterned coffin hung a black-and-white photo of DarkHawk. His expression was stern, with sharp eyes and a scar on his left cheek. The guild members stood in two lines in front of the gold-patterned coffin.

"This photo was taken when DarkHawk first joined the guild, from his profile," Caleb remarked. In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed since then. DarkHawk was young at that time, with bright, clear eyes. Barrett let out a long sigh.

Ray took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke while placing the stub under DarkHawk's picture on the incense burner.

Today, after DarkHawk's body was cremated, he would be taken back to the guild and buried beside Sherry.

"Ray, can I be buried next to you in the future?" Eric tilted his head and asked.

Ray furrowed his brow deeply. He thought Eric might not know what he was asking. Not all partners got to be buried together. He thought Eric might not know that.

"Ray, how much money are you planning to make before you retire?"

a moment, he replied,

Eric nodded. "That's doable."

right environment

out of the car. Despite his face still being slightly pale, his walk and appearance showed no signs of injury. He adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose before pausing briefly. Ophelia got out from the other side of the car and moved to Kenneth's side. Both of them were wearing matching

held the black umbrellas for them as they entered the funeral parlor together. Raindrops soaked

respectfully cleared a path for

the funeral director began

at his side. Each guild member held a stick of

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waist, which hurt every time he

the attire of DarkHawk, and draped the golden banner symbolizing the guild over the body. "Farewell," he murmured, his voice raspy and breathless. The coffin lid gradually closed as the

an end, Ophelia moved forward to support Kenneth. He was dressed in a black trench coat, and the blood from the wound at his

scene, Ophelia felt a mix of

accustomed to

were to