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?”

aren’t up to it, just say so. What’s the point in

both hands on the table and felt his head spin.

the end. Are you not going to accept yours?” Before Vilmar could reply. Finnegan put his hand down. “Obviously, you

those who aren’t sporting are just useless

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

should finish the drinks!”

them again

was keep her eyes shut, as opening them

himself with one hand while picking up another bottle with the other.

ended

thing he was sure of was that he had to keep his

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

had downed five bottles and puked in

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

others steeled themselves and took another bottle each.

some of them began to throw up on their companions after taking

for the others whose stomachs were already churning, they, too, vomited as

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

is so disgusting. Why did you puke on

b*stard, I’m going

to vomit in my

who was in the middle of his drink,

all

Vilmar!” she screamed.

feel the effects of the alcohol dissipate within

up with Mandy in his arms. “It looks like that’s the end of the game. In that case, I’m going off now. I’ll leave

that Finnegan looked sober and was walking

roared as he

got to his feet, the spinning sensation in his head intensified significantly,

and mucus streaming down his face, he felt as if all his organs were going to be

before him, Finnegan sneered, “Why did you have

turned and left