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.

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

they were no strangers to conflict, encountering someone like Finnegan, who treated

again shocked by Finnegan’s

asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on these b*dyguards of

his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can take out Finnegan, we’ll pool together

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

the b*dyguards with generous rewards, urging them

all pumped up, fearlessly charging

into a mocking

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

knew that only absolute cruelty

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

moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies in his

others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too

one b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in

b*dyguards to lose

All of you, come back!”

desperate shouts, the remaining few b*dyguards

speed of sprint champions, they scampered

really over?

a few steps, a profound sense of loss and

so skilled, even though he’s just a

she grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar,

Slap!

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

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

the truth

but taking their

comprehending 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

us!”

sense of relief washed over the rest of the people when they understood the

their arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles toyed with

with you and even kill you, but you

turned around, casually flicking off the fresh blood from his dagger. “Does one’s

has always been this from ancient times to the present.

“Is that so?”