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.

that even if the b*dyguards were to

room 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 treated them

and the others were once again shocked by Finnegan’s

face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on

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 hundred

We’ll give you one hundred million to

bravery among the b*dyguards with generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan

pumped

rosy l*ps curled into a

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

only absolute cruelty could shatter the enemy’s confidence from

instant, fresh blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs fell to the ground from time to time, saturating the air with the pervasive scent

as he moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies in

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

or eight b*dyguards remaining, the atmosphere grew increasingly dire. Amidst the chaos, one b*dyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation,

causing the remaining b*dyguards to lose their will

“Come back! All of

shouts, the

they scampered away, not bothering

it really over?

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

so skilled,

grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar,

Slap!

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

furrowed her brows slightly, muttering

her annoyance, she acknowledged the truth

but taking their lives was a line she couldn’t

you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can

us!”

when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the tension that

arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to

you and even kill you, but you

from his dagger.

sneered in response, “Finnegan, I know you can’t accept this, but society has always been this from ancient times to the present. My status means

“Is that so?”