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

table and felt his head spin. “Then why am I so unlucky?”

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

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

whose mind was still clear, fumed, “Who says I’m going back on my

case, you should

eyes, Mandy closed them again as she leaned against Finnegan’s b*dy.

to do now was keep her eyes shut, as opening them

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

no idea how he ended up being so unlucky

had to keep his word, or else, he would become

on the floor in an unsightly manner, shook his head. “Mr. Vilmar, I

had downed five bottles and puked in the washroom

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

others steeled themselves and took another

began to throw up on their companions after taking just a

whose stomachs were already churning, they, too, vomited

chain reaction where even those who could still stand

so disgusting. Why did you

b*stard, I’m going to kill you!”

to vomit

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

vomited all over

she

the room, Finnegan could feel the effects of the alcohol

in his 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

that Finnegan looked sober and was walking with a steady gait, he was struck by an

really were cheating!” he roared as

head intensified significantly,

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

him, Finnegan sneered, “Why did you have to step on my

that, he turned and left with Mandy in