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.

but the aftermath of his onslaught ensured that even if the b*dyguards were to recover, they would be left disabled for

While they were no strangers to

were once again

to suppress her fear and nausea, asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we

span of time, nearly ten had already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million!

chimed in, “Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million

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

b*dyguards were all pumped up, fearlessly charging toward Finnegan.

curled into

formidable Goldberg Five had met their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed unlikely that a group of non-combatant b*dyguards could match his

increasingly ruthless. He knew that only absolute cruelty could shatter the enemy’s confidence

instant, fresh blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs fell to the ground from time

through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies in his

others held their breath anxiously. Some even

chaos, one b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I give up! This guy’s a

to lose their will to

back! All of

Vilmar and Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few b*dyguards refused to listen.

champions, they scampered away, not bothering to look back.

really over?

a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing his heart like a needle.

so skilled, even though he’s just a

him. “Mr. Vilmar, what should we do?”

Slap!

lashed out at Ariendel, delivering a harsh slap. He continued with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight? Does he dare to kill us? Our status ensures our safety; even the Wahlstrom family wouldn’t dare to kill us

furrowed her brows slightly,

the

torment and oppress them, but taking their lives was a line she couldn’t

the situation, then sneered at Finnegan. “Yeah, so what 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

us!”

of the people when they understood the power dynamics,

arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles

you, but you can’t do the

his dagger. “Does one’s social standing determine

been this from ancient times to the present. My status means you can’t touch me!”

“Is that so?”