A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Destruction

Tristan was naturally not a fool, given the success he had achieved.

He knew the only way he could go against Finnegan was by holding Bernice hostage.

If he revealed Bernice’s location, his battle against Finnegan was as good as lost.

“I hope you can keep enduring this!” Finnegan tightened his grip, suffocating Tristan. The latter’s countenance was turning green as his limbs flailed about in the air.

Even still, Tristan refused to budge. “K-Kill me… i-if you d-dare…”

The b*dyguards and members of the Chomsky family watched anxiously from afar.

“Release my uncle immediately! Otherwise, there will be severe consequences!”

“We are the Chomsky family! You can’t afford to offend us! Set him free right now and beg us for mercy!”

“If you don’t let him go right now, we’ll call the police!”

Without warning, Finnegan waved his left hand, shooting dozens of almost imperceptible needles at

everyone.

His needles hit the Chomsky family members, the b*dyguards, and even the housekeepers cowering at the corner.

Aside from Arlo, who was curling up at the side wordlessly, everyone collapsed.

Fear crept into Tristan’s eyes as he witnessed that scene.

However, that also strengthened his resolve to hold onto Bernice as his last bargaining chip. “Finnegan, you… better…”

Finnegan didn’t want to waste any more time and tightened his grip again.

Tristan couldn’t speak, and his face had turned purple. He looked as though he would die at any moment.

“Where’s Bernice?

begun to lose oxygen and he was blacking out, but he still resisted

to a lack

and pressed

toes.

unconscious Tristan promptly opened his eyes and yelled in pain. Clearly, he was in

face contorted as his veins

you do to me, Finnegan? Make it stop!” He

forment.

answered, “I merely increased your sensitivity to pain by dozens of times. Let’s see

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want to die!” Killian screamed in a hoarse voice on the second floor at that

moment.

acting up again.

only voices audible at the mansion at that moment were the cries of

the cries of pain, Alisha tensed up. “What did

strode into the mansion. “Looks like I need to spice things

“You’re dead if you

resumed shrieking in pain.

on

Finegan, who was approaching

the throat and walked

looked down and panicked. “What

grew even more anxious.

“Both of

broke his leg again. He curled up and was in so much pain that he couldn’t make a sound.

Tristan was in a rage.

leaped down from the balcony, arrived next to Killian, and tapped a few

before. Due to his hoarse voice, he sounded more like ani animal on the brink

may be able to endure the

in my hands, but you’ll never get

spat coldly, “Is that

you dare,

that unless he surrendered, Tristan would carry

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