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.

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

escalated as the b*dyguards grew increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no strangers to conflict, encountering someone like Finnegan, who

were once again shocked

fear and nausea, asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we

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

you one hundred

rewards, urging

b*dyguards were all pumped up,

l*ps curled into

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

absolute cruelty could shatter the enemy’s

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

a devilish demeanor as he moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen

the others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked

b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I give

triggered a chain reaction, causing the remaining b*dyguards to lose their will to fight and

shouted angrily, “Come back! All of you, come back!”

Matthias’ desperate shouts, the

they scampered away, not bothering to look back.

it really over?

of loss and anguish piercing

be so skilled,

that she grabbed him. “Mr.

Slap!

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

slightly, muttering under her

she acknowledged the

could torment and oppress them, but taking their lives was a line she couldn’t cross.

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

us!”

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

aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient

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

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

sneered in response, “Finnegan, I know you can’t accept this, but society has always been this from ancient times to

“Is that so?”