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.

escalated as the bodyguards grew increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no

were once again shocked by Finnegan’s indifferent cruelty.

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

in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can

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

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

all pumped

rosy lips curled into a mocking smile.

their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it

knew that only absolute

ground from

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

the others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid

one bodyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I give up! This guy’s a

causing the remaining bodyguards to lose their will to fight and scatter

angrily, “Come back! All of you, come

desperate shouts, the remaining

scampered

really

steps, a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing

skilled, even though

him. “Mr. Vilmar, what should we do?”

Slap!

with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight? Does he dare to kill us? Our status ensures our safety; even the Wahlstrom family wouldn’t dare to kill us outright!”

this, Alisha furrowed her brows slightly, muttering under her breath, “D*mn

annoyance, she acknowledged the truth

taking their lives was a line she

comprehending the situation, then sneered at Finnegan. “Yeah, so what if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can

us!”

of relief washed over the rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that

similar to how ancient nobles

kill you, but you can’t do the same to me!

around, casually flicking off the fresh blood from his dagger. “Does

in response, “Finnegan, I know you can’t accept this, but society has always been

“Is that so?”

Why don’t you ask Ms. Wahlstrom?”