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.

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

the b*dyguards grew increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no strangers

once again shocked by

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

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

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

was to inspire bravery among the b*dyguards with generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan despite the overwhelming odds

pumped up, fearlessly

curled into a mocking

the 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 skill.

increasingly ruthless. He knew that only absolute cruelty could

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

devilish demeanor as he moved through the battlefield,

and the others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away,

the chaos, one b*dyguard

remaining b*dyguards to lose their will to

shouted angrily, “Come back! All of

the

speed of sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering to look

it really

profound sense of loss

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

him. “Mr. Vilmar,

Slap!

Vilmar, overwhelmed by frustration, lashed out at Ariendel, delivering a harsh slap. He continued with a dismissive tone, “So what if he

brows slightly, muttering

she acknowledged the

could torment and oppress them, but taking their lives

Finnegan. “Yeah, so what if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can touch you

us!”

the rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics,

aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles toyed

and even kill you,

blood from his dagger. “Does one’s social standing determine everything?” he pondered.

has always been this from ancient times to the present. My status

“Is that so?”