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.

were no strangers to conflict, encountering someone like Finnegan, who treated

and the others were once again shocked by Finnegan’s

and nausea, asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on these bodyguards of yours?”

a short span of time, nearly ten had already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can take out

you one hundred million to split when the time

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

all pumped up, fearlessly

into

Goldberg Five had met their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed unlikely that a group of non-combatant bodyguards could match his

ruthless. He knew that only absolute cruelty could shatter

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

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

their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid

one bodyguard

breakdown triggered a chain reaction, causing the remaining bodyguards to lose their

shouted angrily, “Come back! All of you, come back!”

Matthias’ desperate shouts, the

sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering

it really over?

a few steps, a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing his

be so skilled, even though he’s just

she grabbed him. “Mr.

Slap!

continued with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight? Does he

her brows slightly, muttering under

acknowledged the

their lives was a

Status is determined

us!”

rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that had gripped

aloof demeanor, similar to how

you, but you can’t do the same to me!

around, casually flicking off the fresh blood from his dagger. “Does one’s social standing determine

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

“Is that so?”

it? Why don’t you ask Ms. Wahlstrom?”