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

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 and unsettling

were once again shocked by

asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on

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

We’ll give you one

generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan despite the overwhelming odds

b*dyguards were all pumped up,

into a mocking

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

knew that only absolute cruelty could shatter the

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

as he moved through the

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

the atmosphere grew increasingly dire. Amidst the chaos, one b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I give up! This guy’s a

a chain reaction, causing the remaining b*dyguards to lose

“Come back! All

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

of sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering

really over?

profound sense of

skilled, even though he’s

that she grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar, what

Slap!

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

Alisha furrowed her brows slightly,

the truth

oppress them, but taking their lives was a line she

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!”

over the rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that had

even reverted to their arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles

kill you, but you can’t do the same to

flicking off the fresh blood from his dagger. “Does one’s social standing determine everything?”

always been this from ancient times to the

“Is that so?”