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.

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

ruthless battle. While they were no

once again shocked by Finnegan’s

her face pale,

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

you one hundred million to split when the time comes!”

rewards, urging them to confront

were all pumped up,

curled into a mocking

it seemed unlikely that

knew that only absolute cruelty could

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

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

others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away,

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

to lose

“Come back! All

shouts, the remaining few

scampered away, not bothering to look

really over?

a profound sense of loss and anguish piercing his

be so skilled, even though he’s

was so anxious that she grabbed him. “Mr. Vilmar, what should we do?”

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; even the

Alisha furrowed her brows slightly, muttering

her annoyance, she acknowledged the truth

but taking their lives was a line she couldn’t

so what if you can fight? Status is determined by level, and it dictates that we can touch you or even kill you, but

us!”

of relief washed over the rest of the people when they understood the power dynamics, dispelling the

their arrogant and aloof demeanor, similar to how ancient nobles

and even kill you, but you can’t

off the fresh blood 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

“Is that so?”