A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 152 Level Determines Everything

Aware of Finnegan’s connection with the Wahlstrom family, Vilmar and the others were bewildered and surprised to see Alisha appear in person with a group of elites.

What right does someone like Finnegan have to associate with the Wahlstrom family?

Vilmar took a deep breath, trying to salvage the situation. “Ms. Wahlstrom, can’t you just let what happened tonight slide? Making a big fuss over a small disagreement isn’t wise!”

He was concerned that the Wahlstrom family might target the Royle family.

Alisha responded mockingly. “You’re calling it a minor disagreement now, but what exactly did

do at you the beginning? You ordered someone to kidnap Josephine and bring her here. What would have happened to her if Finnegan wasn’t capable?”

It was clear that Finnegan and Josephine would have ended up in trouble, suppressed by Vilmar using his connections.

Vilmar knew this without a doubt. In a reversed scenario, he knew they would undoubtedly make life difficult for Finnegan.

“Then are you sure you won’t interfere?” Vilmar asked.

Alisha affirmed, “Yes. As long as you have the ability, not just me, even the entire Wahlstrom family won’t interfere!”

Vilmar’s eyes glimmered after receiving yet another confirmation.

“Are you sure, Finnegan?” he then asked.

Finnegan seemed formidable, but they had more than thirty b*dyguards on their side.

Without Alisha’s interference, Vilmar was confident he could take down Finnegan.

“You’re talking nonsense!” Finnegan retorted coldly, tightening his grip on the dagger and lunging forward, targeting the Royle family’s b*dyguards.

“Whoever takes him down gets five million!” Vilmar, recognizing the immediate threat, didn’t hesitate any longer, stepping back and issuing the order right away.

After a moment of hesitation, Matthias, Ariendel, and others rallied their b*dyguards, issuing orders to act collectively.

Over thirty b*dyguards charged toward Finnegan, who showed no signs of fear. Gripping the dagger firmly, he faced the challenge head-on. Swift and deliberate, the rise and fall of his hand left only shimmering afterimages.

The room echoed with terrified screams as Finnegan incapacitated the b*dyguards, either by chopping off their hands or by directly stabbing through their arms and thighs.

onslaught ensured that even if the

tension in the room escalated as the b*dyguards grew increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no strangers to conflict, encountering someone like Finnegan, who

were once again shocked by

face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can

nearly ten had already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can take out Finnegan, we’ll pool together

and the others quickly chimed in, “Yes! We’ll give you one

hope was to inspire bravery among the b*dyguards with generous rewards, urging them

were all pumped up, fearlessly charging

l*ps curled into a mocking

Goldberg Five had met their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed

absolute cruelty

and severed limbs fell to the ground from time to time, saturating the air with the

moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen

anxiously. Some even looked away, too

atmosphere grew increasingly dire. Amidst the chaos, one b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I give

causing the remaining b*dyguards to lose their will to fight and scatter in panic.

shouted angrily, “Come back! All of

Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few b*dyguards refused

of sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering

it really over?

few steps, a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing

so skilled, even though he’s just

was so anxious that she grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar, what

Slap!

what if he can fight? Does he dare to kill us? Our status ensures our safety;

brows slightly, muttering under her breath,

annoyance, she acknowledged the truth in Vilmar’s

oppress them, but taking their

if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can touch you or even kill you, but you can’t touch

us!”

of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that had

similar to how

can toy with you and even kill you,

casually flicking off the fresh blood from his dagger.

response, “Finnegan, I know you can’t accept this, but society has always been this from ancient times to the present. My status means you can’t

“Is that so?”