A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 153 Do Not Disturb

Hogan Sabados, how dare you lay a hand on me? Don’t even think about collaborating with the Royle family in the future! D*mn it! I can’t believe you guys are actually doing this. This isn’t over! I’ll never let you off!” Vilmar shouted angrily before glaring at Finnegan. “Finnegan, you jerk! Tell them to stop right

now!”

As soon as one of them made the first move, the others stopped hesitating and began raining a cascade of kicks and punches on Vilmar, Matthias, and Ariendel

Moreover, amidst the trio’s barrage of curses, those who had initially held back abandoned restraint, revealing the underlying personal grudges at play.

“Darling, have you always been this cunning?” Alisha inched closer to Finnegan, her movement appearing casual but intricately calculated as she pressed up against his arm.

Finnegan looked at her indifferently. “Do you think I’m in a good mood right now?”

A sudden chill surged within Alisha, prompting her to swiftly retract her alluring and coquettish demeanor, taking a step back.

“I’m just wondering if this is too much.”

At the end of the day, the animosity between Finnegan and Vilmar stemmed solely from what happened during the drinking session last night.

Yet, Finnegan taught them the most severe lesson, escalating the conflict to the extent of taking a person’s life.

With a detached expression, Finnegan averted his gaze. “They hurt someone dear to me. Even annihilating their entire clan isn’t considered excessive.”

This was Finnegan’s principle.

While he tolerated personal affronts directed at himself, he would not allow any harm to befall those dear to him. Hurting even a single strand of hair of those he loved would be an unpardonable transgression.

Moreover, had he not been skillful enough, he might have lost his life by now.

Therefore, he saw no reason to go easy on them.

Alisha’s heart trembled as she realized that she might not have truly understood Finnegan, especially when it came to his temperament.

“Enough!”

After a while, Finnegan finally told those people to stop.

Vilmar and the other two were already on the verge of death as they wailed and cried in pain.

from a prominent

is the item I told you

her, Alisha signaled to the elite members

forward, each bearing a

bottles of wine, you’re free to leave.

expressions

to his knees as his legs gave way. “Finnegan, I drank until I had a gastric bleed last night. Please spare me. You just said that if we beat up Mr. Vilmar and his

no less distressed, some visibly trembling

IV drips. Drinking

We can’t handle any more

recovering from last night;

cried so hard

them even went as far as to kneel down, relinquishing all traces

an indifferent expression. “Drag them aside. If they can’t drink, force it down their throats. Only after they’ve

fear, but

directed the Wahlstrom family’s elites to drag those people to the back. The atmosphere was soon punctuated by the unrelenting sounds of sorrow and pain,

you won’t dare to take advantage of your status and bully others in the future, would you?” Finnegan remarked with a cold snort, approaching

struggling to speak, managed to utter, “Finnegan, what

even have the strength to do so.

swollen, pleaded in a muffled voice, “Finnegan, I’m sorry! I truly am! Spare me this time, especially considering I’m Mandy’s best friend. I

patting his swollen face. “You three are the real masterminds. What do you think I should do with you? And… do

and they

wanted was to bully others, and when they themselves were bullied, they were adamant about seeking revenge,

in a deep voice, “Yes.

hard stare, Finnegan caught a

Vilmar was merely feigning remorse,

up within Finnegan as he narrowed his eyes.

I advise you not to act recklessly. The Royle family holds a prestigious and

with Vilmar, Alisha cautioned, “Finnegan,

were killed

consequences.

be at their wits’

oblivious to Alisha’s words, his unwavering

waved his hand dismissively. “Once those individuals finish their drinks, take them

What is happening?

Alisha was shocked.