A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 146 Cheating

“Isn’t this ridiculous?”

This is the eighth round already. Did someone tamper with the wheel? How can the result be the same eight times consecutively?”

“This is the thirteenth time. There must be something wrong with the wheel. Get the staff to replace it.”

“F*ck. This is the twenty-first time we landed at the same punishment! This wheel must be possessed!”

“Mr. Vilmar, I can’t drink anymore. Why don’t you get someone else to help?”

“I’ve had enough. Get out of my way. I need to go to the restroom!”

Thereafter, Vilmar seemed to have been jinxed. Every spin he took would always stop at the square where the punishment was to drink three bottles.

Even though the wheel was changed, the result remained the same.

In just half an hour, the wheel he spun ended up on the same square twenty-seven times, resulting in a cumulative punishment of drinking eighty-one bottles.

Matthias and the group of more than ten men drank three bottles each on his behalf, while Ariendel and the girls drank one to two each.

The end result was half of them collapsing on the couch, while the other half could barely stand.

There were some who even puked on the spot, making for a disgusting scene.

After letting out a burp. Finnegan put his arm around Mandy and said. “Do you want to continue playing, Mr. Vilmar? Or do you want to finish the outstanding bottles first before we do?”

Vilmar still had twelve bottles of alcohol to drink.

“I can’t believe how good I am in telling the future. I predicted that you would need everyone to drink on your behalf, and it happened just as I said!”

Finnegan shook his head while clicking his tongue.

“Finnegan!” After downing his fifth bottle, Vilmar grabbed the spinning wheel and smashed it on the ground. With the veins on his temple throbbing, he shouted, “You must be cheating! Otherwise, my luck would never be this bad!”

“Me? Cheating?”

who appeared drunk, broke into a mischievous smile. “Mr. Vilmar, if you aren’t up to it, just say so. What’s the

on the table and felt his head spin. “Then

myself the same question in the beginning?” Finnegan pointed at the twelve bottles of Alcohol. “However, I accepted my fate in the end. Are you not going to accept yours?” Before Vilmar could reply. Finnegan

word. Just as I said, those who aren’t

being under the effects of the alcohol, Vilmar, whose mind was still clear, fumed, “Who says I’m going back

you should finish

to open her eyes, Mandy closed them again as

was keep her eyes shut, as opening them would cause her world

picking up another bottle with the other. “Matthias, all of you, drink one

he ended up being so unlucky that

that he had to keep his word, or else, he would become the laughingstock of the

unsightly manner,

bottles and puked in

really want to be called pieces of sh*t?”

and the others steeled themselves and

on their companions after taking just a single

already

the room created a chain reaction where even those who could still stand

is so disgusting. Why did you puke on me?”

I’m going to kill you!”

Why did you have to vomit

Vilmar, who was in the middle of his drink, couldn’t hold back

vomited all over Ariendel.

Vilmar!” she

in the room, Finnegan could feel the effects

arms. “It looks like that’s the end of the game. In that case, I’m going off now. I’ll leave all of you with one

looked up and saw that Finnegan looked sober and was walking with a steady gait,

as he tried to grab Finnegan by reflex.

the moment he got to his feet, the spinning sensation in his head intensified

puked with greater intensity. With tears and mucus streaming down his face, he

the mess before him, Finnegan sneered, “Why did you have to step on my toes, you

he turned and left with Mandy in his arms.