A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 55 Believe

Finnegan seemed to be there to thrash the scene.

While dealing with those people, he almost smashed half of the furniture inside the lobby.

Seeing how Finnegan was about to defeat all his subordinates and even tear down the bar, Rocky grimaced and brandished his dual blades.

He roared and charged forward, stepping on tables and couches.

When he reached three meters away from Finnegan, Rocky leaped into the air and swung his dual blades at Finnegan’s neck, seemingly planning to cut off Finnegan’s head.

Before the ferocious assault came within proximity, Finnegan sensed the attack directed at

him.

He slightly narrowed his eyes and jumped aside to dodge Rocky’s strike. At the same time, het threw a punch at Rocky’s face, breaking all of the latter’s teeth.

Rocky was momentarily stunned because he didn’t anticipate Finnegan’s swift reaction. Then, he violently thrust his dual blades at Finnegan again.

Finnegan stood in his spot and swayed slightly to evade all of Rocky’s attacks.

Rocky’s astonishment intensified as Finnegan’s immense abilities were beyond his expectation.

He increased his attacking speed to test out whether he could hurt Finnegan.

Rocky believed Finnegan’s death would be inevitable if he could land one hit on the latter with his weapon.

“Are you done playing? It’s my turn now.”

Finnegan appeared to have lost his interest in prolonging the fight. He disregarded the fatal sharp blades and stretched out his hands.

Rocky felt his arms turn sore. The next second, he noticed Finnegan was wielding his dual blades. How did this happen?

Before he could react, Finnegan flourished the blades. “This is how you should use this weapon!”

The blades turned into a blur as Finnegan began swinging them significantly faster than Rocky. Only the howls of wind could be heard, and hints of the blades’ afterimages were

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visible.

Subsequently, Rocky’s clothes were sliced into broken pieces and fell to the ground.

tattered and ruined

intended to kill me, I’m sure I would’ve died countless

Rocky off so easily. He booted the latter’s chest.

while spewing a mouthful of blood. He crashed heavily into a couch and rolled on the ground with the furniture.

another mouthful of blood and felt his body

energy.

Finnegan’s match. Rocky’s remaining subordinates didn’t dare

Clap! Clap! Clap!

their hands rang out all of a sudden. A corpulent man in his fifties limped out from one side while giving Finnegan

“Mr. Calandrino.”

Tyrone Calandrino, the head of Jadeborough’s

glancing at Rocky, Tyrone slowly moved forward while sizing Finnegan up. “I was wondering who was the daredevil who dared cause

who met with Finnegan previously, bowed and greeted, “Hello, Mr.

What?

you.

dreadlocks gaped at the scene with widened eyes. Why are Mr. Calandrino and Leo treating this guy

wasn’t surprised Tyrone recognized him. After all, it was only natural for Tyrone, the head of Jadeborough’s underworld, to investigate him since Alisha

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tossed the dual blades on the ground. “This is your turf, Mr. Calandrino? I wouldn’t have caused such a huge

smile spread across Tyrone’s face. “You didn’t know I’m in

narrowed his eyes and asked, “Do you think I’m lying to you, Mr.

underworld, Tyrone wasn’t a

young man with dreadlocks shouted, “Mr. Calandrino, he’s bluffing! He knows you’re the boss here, yet he did this on purpose.”

stirred a

Properties was adamant about demolishing Wharf Street and

would an ordinary thug dare to

vengeance for all the grievances he and

that. “Mr. Calandrino, do you believe

unable to figure out his thoughts. He beckoned the young man

man walked over apprehensively. “Mr. Calandrino.”

standing on his left and

man fell backward with a vacant expression in his

Rocky cried out hysterically, “Bobby! Why did you do this, Mr. Calandrino?”

Rocky’s anguish. Het beamed at Finnegan. “Needless to say, I trust you, Mr. Larkin.

faint strange look flashed across Finnegan’s eyes as he started to regard Tyrone with greater. importance

justice, Mr. Calandrino.

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