Chapter 882

However, John didn’t stop and promptly got back on his feet to fight the black-clad man.

Beside them, Nana was left stunned in fear.

When she tried to run up to John and stop him, he had already leapt forward at the black-clad man, whose knife was covered in his blood.

"John, no!" Cordy shrieked—he would never win against the black-clad man, not when he was unarmed!

She could only watch as the black-clad man swung his knife at John's heart, and her face sank in terror.

"No!"

There was a dull thud as the edge of the knife met flesh, but John wasn’t stabbed.

He found himself staring in disbelief as Nana jumped in front of him, and the black-clad man plunged his knife into Nana.

It could be lethal whether it was her chest, and the world turned silent right there and then.

And after dealing that potentially lethal blow, the black-clad man turned and fled into the crowd.

"Nana!" John shouted.

Cordy was staring fixedly at Nana too, watching as the latter’s face turned pale.

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