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.

increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no strangers to conflict, encountering someone like Finnegan, who treated them as if they were mere animals,

again

asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on

already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can take out Finnegan, we’ll pool

others quickly chimed in, “Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million to split when

to inspire bravery among the bodyguards with generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan despite the overwhelming odds stacked

terrified bodyguards were all pumped

into a mocking smile.

at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed unlikely that a group of non-combatant

He knew that only absolute cruelty could shatter the enemy’s confidence

blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs fell to the ground

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

and the others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid to witness the unfolding

seven or eight bodyguards remaining, the atmosphere grew increasingly dire. Amidst the chaos, one bodyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation,

chain reaction, causing the remaining bodyguards to lose their will to fight and scatter in

All of

and Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few bodyguards refused

champions, they scampered away, not bothering to look

it really over?

a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing his heart

be so skilled, even though he’s just a

anxious that she grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar, what

Slap!

lashed out at Ariendel, delivering a harsh slap. He continued with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight? Does he dare to kill us? Our status ensures our safety; even the

slightly, muttering

acknowledged the truth

torment and oppress them, but taking their lives was a line she

Finnegan. “Yeah, so what if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and

us!”

rest of the people when they understood the

reverted to their arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles toyed

even kill you, but you can’t do the

from his dagger. “Does one’s social standing determine everything?”

but society has always been this from ancient times to the present. My status means you

“Is that so?”

you ask