Chapter 421: The Cinnabar Sect, Nancy Loop
The fury festering in John's heart wasn't unfamiliar—but today, it surged with an unmatched ferocity. This time, suppressing it was nearly impossible.
He was in a terrible mood.
And the worse his mood became, the more violently the rage consumed him.
So, he killed Steph.
Yet, it could hardly be called unjustified. Steph had brought it on himself. Despite John's warning, Steph kept pushing—provoking, escalating—until he finally crossed a line.
Unluckily for him, he provoked John at the worst possible moment.
The woman in cyan paled at the sheer decisiveness of John's kill, stunned into silence. She dared not make a reckless move.
Among the group, Steph had been one of the more formidable fighters. But John had ended him before he even managed a proper reaction.
That alone proved John wasn't some weakling or opportunist as they'd initially assumed. He had strength—and it demanded respect.
Out of caution, the women in cyan didn't retaliate immediately. Instead, they retrieved Steph's corpse and retreated from John's sight.
Though their forms vanished from view, their presence lingered. The auras from their group remained firmly locked onto the Feazer Medical Clinic.