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.

lives, but the aftermath of his onslaught ensured that even if the b*dyguards

battle. While they were no

and the others were once again shocked

struggling to suppress her fear and nausea, asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on these b*dyguards

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

the others quickly chimed in, “Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million to split

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

were all pumped up, fearlessly

curled into

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

absolute cruelty could shatter the enemy’s confidence from within.

instant, fresh blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs fell to the ground from time to time, saturating the air with the pervasive scent of

devilish demeanor as he moved through the battlefield, leaving

the others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid to witness the unfolding carnage.

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

b*dyguards to lose their will to fight and

All of you, come back!”

Vilmar and Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few

sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering

it really over?

of loss

so skilled, even though he’s just a nob*dy?

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

Slap!

a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight? Does he dare to

brows slightly, muttering

acknowledged the truth in Vilmar’s

them, but taking their lives was a line she

what if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can

us!”

of the people when they

and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles

toy with you and even kill you,

around, casually flicking off the fresh blood from his dagger. “Does

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

“Is that so?”