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.

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, was a

others were once again shocked by Finnegan’s indifferent cruelty.

and nausea, asked with her face

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

“Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million to

urging them to confront

were all pumped up, fearlessly charging toward

rosy lips curled into

hands, and it seemed unlikely that a group of non-combatant bodyguards could match his

absolute cruelty could shatter

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

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

their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid

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

bodyguards to lose

All of you,

Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few bodyguards refused to

speed of sprint champions, they scampered away, not

it really

steps, a profound sense of

skilled, even though

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

Slap!

what if he can fight? Does he dare to kill us? Our status ensures our safety;

this, Alisha furrowed her brows slightly,

acknowledged the truth in Vilmar’s

could torment and oppress them, but taking their lives was a line she couldn’t cross.

fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can touch you or even kill

us!”

of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension

to their arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how

kill you, but

blood from his dagger. “Does one’s social

accept this, but society has always been this from ancient times

“Is that so?”

don’t you ask Ms. Wahlstrom?”