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?”

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

felt his

twelve bottles of Alcohol. “However, I accepted my fate in the end. Are you not going to accept yours?” Before Vilmar could reply. Finnegan put his hand down. “Obviously, you can always blame someone

I said, those who aren’t sporting

was still clear, fumed, “Who says

case, you should

struggling to open her eyes, Mandy closed them again as she leaned against Finnegan’s

her eyes shut, as opening them

up another bottle with the other. “Matthias,

idea how he ended up being so unlucky that evening.

sure of was that he had to keep

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

bottles

want to be called pieces of

and the others steeled

of them began to throw up on their

were already churning, they, too, vomited as

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

Why

I’m going to kill

to vomit in my direction?”

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

all

she

the disorder in the room, Finnegan could feel the effects of the alcohol dissipate

now. I’ll leave all of you with one piece of advice. Whatever you do, don’t ever go too far. Otherwise, all you’re doing is

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

he roared as he tried to grab Finnegan by reflex.

spinning sensation in his head intensified significantly, causing him

tears and mucus streaming down his face, he felt as if all his

“Why did you have to step on my toes, you pathetic bunch

that, he turned and left with Mandy