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.

became tattered and ruined in just a few moments.

Finnegan intended to kill me, I’m

so easily. He booted the latter’s chest.

loud thud, Rocky was sent flying backward while spewing a mouthful of blood. He crashed heavily into a couch

mouthful of blood and felt his body completely drained

energy.

men at a time, wasn’t Finnegan’s match. Rocky’s remaining subordinates didn’t dare to move an inch as they gazed fearfully at

Clap! Clap! Clap!

in his fifties limped out from one side while giving Finnegan a round of applause. Trailing behind. him were over twenty men in black, obviously a different group

croaked, “Mr.

the head of Jadeborough’s underworld.

sizing Finnegan up. “I was wondering who was the daredevil who dared cause a scene on my turf. It turns out to be Mr. Larkin.

bowed and greeted, “Hello, Mr.

What?

you.

others were astounded. The young man with dreadlocks gaped at the scene with widened eyes.

him. After all, it was only natural for Tyrone, the head

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

know I’m in charge of

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

underworld, Tyrone

Calandrino, he’s bluffing!

stirred a ruckus.

was simply that Tristan Properties was adamant about demolishing Wharf Street and

merely executing Killian’s orders. How would an ordinary thug dare to act

to wreak havoc on the premise, seeking vengeance for all the grievances he and his family had suffered.

that. “Mr. Calandrino, do you believe him?”

grin on his face, rendering others unable to figure out his thoughts. He beckoned the young man with dreadlocks to approach him with his finger. “Come

over apprehensively.

of his subordinate standing on his left and fired a shot at that young man’s

ensued, and the young man fell

young brother getting murdered, Rocky cried out hysterically, “Bobby! Why did you

Finnegan. “Needless to say, I trust you, Mr. Larkin. He’s

across Finnegan’s eyes as he started to regard Tyrone with greater. importance

Mr. Calandrino. May I leave

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