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.

his onslaught ensured that even if the b*dyguards

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 and unsettling

and the others were once again shocked by Finnegan’s indifferent cruelty.

face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we

in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can take

We’ll give you one hundred million to split when the

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

all pumped

curled into

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

that only absolute cruelty could shatter

ground from time to time, saturating the air with

moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies

Some even looked away, too afraid

the atmosphere grew increasingly dire. Amidst the chaos, one b*dyguard succumbed to a

reaction, causing the remaining b*dyguards to lose their

back! All of you,

Vilmar and Matthias’ desperate shouts, the

sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering to

really over?

few steps, a profound sense of loss and

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

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

Slap!

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

furrowed her brows slightly, muttering under her

the truth in Vilmar’s

but taking their

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

us!”

when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that had

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

you, but you can’t do

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

always been this from ancient times to the present. My status means you can’t touch

“Is that so?”