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.

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

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

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

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

ten had already fallen, leaving Vilmar gritting his teeth in a struggle to maintain composure. “One hundred million! Whoever can take out Finnegan, we’ll pool together one

in, “Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million to

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

were all pumped up, fearlessly charging toward

curled into a mocking smile.

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

grew increasingly ruthless. He knew that only absolute cruelty

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

demeanor as he moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies

Some even

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

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

back! All of you,

desperate shouts, the remaining few b*dyguards

sprint champions, they scampered away, not bothering

really

a few steps, a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing his heart like a needle.

person be so skilled, even

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

Slap!

with a dismissive tone, “So what if he can fight?

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

the truth in Vilmar’s

could torment and oppress them, but taking their lives was a line

what if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it

us!”

rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that had gripped them.

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

toy with you and even kill you, but you can’t do the same

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

know you can’t accept this, but society has always been this from ancient times to the present. My status means

“Is that so?”