A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 17 Not Surrendering

The four men in black were only briefly stupefied before they returned to the fray with even more savagery.

Finnegan quickly avoided their attacks before stretching out his left foot to tap on one of the men’s calves. A crack echoed in the air, and that man collapsed onto the ground, grabbing his calf and crying out in agony.

Oscar’s gaze darkened.

He could fight in the same way Finnegan did, for he was trained under a master fighter.

However, he could not wrap his mind around how Finnegan, someone who was forced out of Jadeborough by Killian back then, could become a master in fighting as well.

While he was thinking about that, Finnegan had swept his leg in an arc and fl*pped the other three men onto the ground. In no time, Oscar was the only one left standing.

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “You’re talented, but unfortunately, you’ve met me.”

“Come on. Give it a try.”

Finnegan lifted his arm and beckoned Oscar to come.

The action, similar to the beckoning of a dog, infuriated Oscar. With an angry cry, he dashed toward Finnegan before lifting his leg up to swing it downward.

Not only did he want Finnegan to find out what pain was, but he also wanted Finnegan to kneel before him and beg for his forgiveness.

Yet, Finnegan suddenly raised his leg faster than Oscar did-higher, too-before slamming it down on Oscar’s shoulder. The sickening crack of the clavicle reverberated in the space, and Oscar fell to the ground in the position of a split. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead as pain, fear, and shock crashed into him like a tidal wave.

Why can’t I even withstand a blow from him?

“Who in the world are you?”

Instead of answering him, Finnegan spun on his feet to land a spinning kick on Oscar’s chest. Oscar flew backward. When he crashed to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood as two of his ribs broke.

However, Oscar still managed to not make any sound of pain.

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just stared at Finnegan and questioned, “What kind of power

walked over to him before looking downward at him. “You said you wanted to break my legs earlier, didn’t

Oscar could say anything in response, Finnegan lifted his leg and cruelly crushed. Oscar’s right hand under his foot. Pain surged up his arm, and Oscar

to crush Oscar’s other hand and

shuddered when

managed to force his pain away for a second as he roared, “Finnegan

did was amble past Oscar and say, “Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky family has thirteen more days left. They’re

dared to approach Oscar after Finnegan was out of the alley. “Oscar, what do we do?”

Oscar’s eyes. “Take

to the alley, Alisha drove to the entrance of the alley. She had not gone. back to the hotel right

him. So, who in the world is Mr. Larkin? Why is Oscar, an

elderly man’s voice traveled out of the speaker. “Heed his words and do your best to sleep with him. You’ll find the

“Stupid Grandpa. Still, it looks like I have to be

“What’s going on?”

saw how severely wounded

no match

fighter

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Realm, and Amber Realm. Furthermore, each realm

fighter of Preliminary Rank, was already capable of fighting a hundred people by himself. Thus, the thought of how Finnegan might be

Amber Realm fighters of Postliminary Rank in

going

Realm fighter of Absolute Rank, and he’s going to be coming to Jadeborough to avenge me in a few days’ time.

ease. “I’ll leave this to you and your senior, then. I’ll definitely. reward you handsomely after the

that, Tristan hastily made arrangements for Oscar’s

surgery.

out the relocation and demolition at Wharf Street according to the rules and regulations. The compensation will start from twenty-three thousand for every square meter. We’ll use this to make Finnegan let down his guard

“Got it.”

Finnegan woke as usual

as he sat down, Alisha came over and took the milk that Finnegan had yet to drink. After a few days of interaction, she had already grasped most of