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?”

appeared drunk, broke into a mischievous smile. “Mr. Vilmar, if you aren’t up to it, just say so. What’s the point in making such baseless allegations? Did I accuse you of cheating when I was losing consecutively just

on the table and felt his

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

on your word. Just as I said, those who aren’t sporting are just useless pieces

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

should finish

her eyes, Mandy closed them again as she leaned

shut,

up another bottle with the

he ended up being so

he had to keep his word, or else,

unsightly manner, shook his head. “Mr. Vilmar, I can’t

five bottles

want to be called

others steeled themselves and took another bottle each.

on their companions

for the others whose stomachs were already

sour stench that filled the room created a chain reaction where even those who could still stand began to puke,

is so disgusting. Why

I’m going

Why did you have to vomit in my direction?”

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

all

Vilmar!” she screamed.

could feel the effects of the alcohol dissipate

I’m going off now. I’ll leave all of you with one

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

roared as he tried to grab

intensified significantly, causing him

that instant, he puked with greater intensity. With tears and mucus streaming down his face, he felt as if all his organs were going to

mess before him, Finnegan sneered, “Why did you have to step on my toes, you pathetic bunch of fools!”

turned and left with Mandy in his arms.