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.

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

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 treated them as if they were mere animals, was a new

others were once again shocked by Finnegan’s indifferent

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

span of time, nearly ten had already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain

and the others quickly chimed in, “Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million to split when the time comes!”

bravery among the b*dyguards with generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them.

b*dyguards were all pumped up, fearlessly charging toward

l*ps curled into

Goldberg Five had met their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed unlikely that a group of non-combatant

only absolute cruelty

limbs fell to the ground from time to time, saturating the air

through the

anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid to witness the

Amidst the chaos, one b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I

reaction, causing the remaining b*dyguards to lose their will to fight and scatter

angrily, “Come back! All of you,

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

of sprint champions, they scampered away, not

really

staggered back a few steps, a profound sense of loss

skilled, even though

so anxious that she grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar, what should we do?”

Slap!

slap. He continued with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight? Does he dare to

her brows slightly, muttering under her breath, “D*mn it!”

she acknowledged the truth in Vilmar’s

but taking their lives

determined by level,

us!”

the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the

arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles

can toy with you and even kill you, but you

fresh blood from his

been

“Is that so?”