A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Destruction

Tristan was naturally not a fool, given the success he had achieved.

He knew the only way he could go against Finnegan was by holding Bernice hostage.

If he revealed Bernice’s location, his battle against Finnegan was as good as lost.

“I hope you can keep enduring this!” Finnegan tightened his grip, suffocating Tristan. The latter’s countenance was turning green as his limbs flailed about in the air.

Even still, Tristan refused to budge. “K-Kill me… i-if you d-dare…”

The bodyguards and members of the Chomsky family watched anxiously from afar.

“Release my uncle immediately! Otherwise, there will be severe consequences!”

“We are the Chomsky family! You can’t afford to offend us! Set him free right now and beg us for mercy!”

“If you don’t let him go right now, we’ll call the police!”

Without warning, Finnegan waved his left hand, shooting dozens of almost imperceptible needles at

everyone.

His needles hit the Chomsky family members, the bodyguards, and even the housekeepers cowering at the corner.

Aside from Arlo, who was curling up at the side wordlessly, everyone collapsed.

Fear crept into Tristan’s eyes as he witnessed that scene.

However, that also strengthened his resolve to hold onto Bernice as his last bargaining chip. “Finnegan, you… better…”

Finnegan didn’t want to waste any more time and tightened his grip again.

Tristan couldn’t speak, and his face had turned purple. He looked as though he would die at any moment.

“Where’s Bernice?

Tristan’s brain had begun to lose oxygen and he was blacking out, but he still resisted stubbornly.

due to

ground with a scowl and pressed a few spots on

toes.

his eyes and yelled in pain. Clearly, he was in great

contorted as his veins bulged

did you do to me, Finnegan? Make it stop!” He kept hitting himself as though trying to reduce

forment.

Finnegan answered, “I merely increased your sensitivity to pain by dozens of times. Let’s see how long you can hold on.”

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don’t want to live anymore! I want to die!” Killian screamed in a hoarse voice on the

moment.

acting up

the mansion at that moment were the

listening to the cries of pain, Alisha tensed up. “What did

“Looks like I need to spice things

if

resumed shrieking in

soon arrived on the second floor.

pain, Killian roared at Finegan, who was approaching his

up by the throat and walked toward

looked down and panicked.

and grew even more anxious. “Stop, Finnegan!”

his hand without hesitation. “Both of you are together now!”

the ground from the second floor and he broke his leg again. He curled up and was in so much pain that he

was in a

next to Killian, and tapped a few spots

Killian shrieked even louder than before. Due to his hoarse voice, he sounded more like ani

the

his teeth, Tristan roared, “Bernice is indeed in my hands, but you’ll never get anything from me! Either you

“Is that what you

if you dare, Finnegan!” Tristan’s eyes

he surrendered,

grave

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