The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Cheating

“Isn’t this ridiculous?”

This is the eighth round already. Did someone tamper with the wheel? How can the result be the same eight times consecutively?”

“This is the thirteenth time. There must be something wrong with the wheel. Get the staff to replace it.”

“F*ck. This is the twenty-first time we landed at the same punishment! This wheel must be possessed!”

“Mr. Vilmar, I can’t drink anymore. Why don’t you get someone else to help?”

“I’ve had enough. Get out of my way. I need to go to the restroom!”

Thereafter, Vilmar seemed to have been jinxed. Every spin he took would always stop at the square where the punishment was to drink three bottles.

Even though the wheel was changed, the result remained the same.

In just half an hour, the wheel he spun ended up on the same square twenty-seven times, resulting in a cumulative punishment of drinking eighty-one bottles.

Matthias and the group of more than ten men drank three bottles each on his behalf, while Ariendel and the girls drank one to two each.

The end result was half of them collapsing on the couch, while the other half could barely stand.

There were some who even puked on the spot, making for a disgusting scene.

After letting out a burp. Finnegan put his arm around Mandy and said. “Do you want to continue playing, Mr. Vilmar? Or do you want to finish the outstanding bottles first before we do?”

Vilmar still had twelve bottles of alcohol to drink.

“I can’t believe how good I am in telling the future. I predicted that you would need everyone to drink on your behalf, and it happened just as I said!”

Finnegan shook his head while clicking his tongue.

“Finnegan!” After downing his fifth bottle, Vilmar grabbed the spinning wheel and smashed it on the ground. With the veins on his temple throbbing, he shouted, “You must be cheating! Otherwise, my luck would never be this bad!”

“Me? Cheating?”

Finnegan, who appeared drunk, broke into a mischievous smile. “Mr. Vilmar, if you aren’t up to it, just say so. What’s the point in making such baseless allegations? Did I accuse you of cheating when I was losing consecutively just now?”

Vilmar supported himself with both hands on the table and felt his head spin. “Then why am I so unlucky?”

“Didn’t I ask myself the same question in the beginning?” Finnegan pointed at the twelve bottles of Alcohol. “However, I accepted my fate in the end. Are you not going to accept yours?” Before Vilmar could reply. Finnegan put his hand down. “Obviously, you can always blame someone else if you want to go.

back on your word. Just as I said, those who aren’t sporting are just useless pieces of sh*tl”

Despite being under the effects of the alcohol, Vilmar, whose mind was still clear, fumed, “Who says I’m going back on my word?”

“In that case, you should finish the drinks!”

After struggling to open her eyes, Mandy closed them again as she leaned against Finnegan’s body.

All she wanted to do now was keep her eyes shut, as opening them would cause her world to spin.

Clenching his teeth, Vilmar steadied himself with one hand while picking up another bottle with the other. “Matthias, all of you, drink one more bottle each for me!”

He had no idea how he ended up being so unlucky that evening.

The only thing he was sure of was that he had to keep his word, or else, he would become the laughingstock of the city.

Matthias, who was sitting on the floor in an unsightly manner, shook his head. “Mr. Vilmar, I can’t drink another drop!”

As Vilmar’s lapdog, he had downed five bottles and puked in the washroom twice.

“Stop complaining. Do you really want to be called pieces of sh*t?”

Recalling what was said earlier, Matthias and the others steeled themselves and took another bottle each.

Unfortunately, some of them began to throw up on their companions after taking just a single mouthful.

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