A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 152 Level Determines Everything

Aware of Finnegan’s connection with the Wahlstrom family, Vilmar and the others were bewildered and surprised to see Alisha appear in person with a group of elites.

What right does someone like Finnegan have to associate with the Wahlstrom family?

Vilmar took a deep breath, trying to salvage the situation. “Ms. Wahlstrom, can’t you just let what happened tonight slide? Making a big fuss over a small disagreement isn’t wise!”

He was concerned that the Wahlstrom family might target the Royle family.

Alisha responded mockingly. “You’re calling it a minor disagreement now, but what exactly did

do at you the beginning? You ordered someone to kidnap Josephine and bring her here. What would have happened to her if Finnegan wasn’t capable?”

It was clear that Finnegan and Josephine would have ended up in trouble, suppressed by Vilmar using his connections.

Vilmar knew this without a doubt. In a reversed scenario, he knew they would undoubtedly make life difficult for Finnegan.

“Then are you sure you won’t interfere?” Vilmar asked.

Alisha affirmed, “Yes. As long as you have the ability, not just me, even the entire Wahlstrom family won’t interfere!”

Vilmar’s eyes glimmered after receiving yet another confirmation.

“Are you sure, Finnegan?” he then asked.

Finnegan seemed formidable, but they had more than thirty bodyguards on their side.

Without Alisha’s interference, Vilmar was confident he could take down Finnegan.

“You’re talking nonsense!” Finnegan retorted coldly, tightening his grip on the dagger and lunging forward, targeting the Royle family’s bodyguards.

“Whoever takes him down gets five million!” Vilmar, recognizing the immediate threat, didn’t hesitate any longer, stepping back and issuing the order right away.

After a moment of hesitation, Matthias, Ariendel, and others rallied their bodyguards, issuing orders to act collectively.

Over thirty bodyguards charged toward Finnegan, who showed no signs of fear. Gripping the dagger firmly, he faced the challenge head-on. Swift and deliberate, the rise and fall of his hand left only shimmering afterimages.

The room echoed with terrified screams as Finnegan incapacitated the bodyguards, either by chopping off their hands or by directly stabbing through their arms and thighs.

Finnegan refrained from taking their lives, but the aftermath of his onslaught ensured that even if the bodyguards were to recover, they would be left disabled for the rest of their lives.

bodyguards grew increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no strangers to conflict, encountering

once again shocked by Finnegan’s indifferent cruelty.

to suppress her fear and nausea, asked with her face pale, “Mr.

already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred

you

to inspire bravery among the bodyguards with generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan

bodyguards were all pumped up, fearlessly charging toward

rosy lips curled into a

met their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed unlikely that

actions grew increasingly ruthless. He knew that only absolute cruelty could shatter the

everywhere, and severed limbs fell to the ground from time to time, saturating the air with the pervasive scent

a devilish demeanor as he moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies in

the others held their breath anxiously. Some even

Amidst the chaos, one bodyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying

causing the remaining bodyguards to lose their will to

shouted angrily, “Come back! All of

Vilmar and Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few bodyguards refused to

scampered

really

staggered back a few steps, a profound sense of loss and anguish

be so skilled, even though he’s

him. “Mr. Vilmar, what should we do?”

Slap!

out at Ariendel, delivering a harsh slap. He continued with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can

this, Alisha furrowed her brows slightly, muttering

annoyance, she acknowledged the

but taking their lives was

determined by level, and it dictates that we can touch you or even kill you, but you can’t touch

us!”

washed over the rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics,

to their arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient

can toy with you and even kill you, but you can’t do the

from his dagger. “Does

society has always been this from ancient times to the present. My status means you can’t

“Is that so?”

Why don’t you ask Ms.