The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 152

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 bodyguards 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 bodyguards.

“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 bodyguards, issuing orders to act collectively.

Over thirty bodyguards 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 bodyguards, either by chopping off their hands or by directly stabbing through their arms and thighs.

Finnegan refrained from taking their lives, but the aftermath of his onslaught ensured that even if the bodyguards were to recover, they would be left disabled for the rest of their lives.

The tension in the room escalated as the bodyguards grew increasingly anxious in the face of this ruthless battle. While they were no strangers to conflict, encountering someone like Finnegan, who treated them as if they were mere animals, was a new and unsettling experience.

Vilmar and the others were once again shocked by Finnegan’s indifferent cruelty.

Ariendel, struggling to suppress her fear and nausea, asked with her face pale, “Mr. Vilmar, can we rely on these bodyguards of yours?”

In a short span of time, nearly ten had already 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 million for you!”

Matthias and the others quickly chimed in, “Yes! We’ll give you one hundred million to split when the time comes!”

The hope was to inspire bravery among the bodyguards with generous rewards, urging them to confront Finnegan despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them.

The terrified bodyguards were all pumped up, fearlessly charging toward Finnegan.

Alisha’s rosy lips curled into a mocking smile.

Even the formidable Goldberg Five had met their end at Finnegan’s hands, and it seemed unlikely that a group of non-combatant bodyguards could match his skill.

Finnegan’s actions grew increasingly ruthless. He knew that only absolute cruelty could shatter the enemy’s confidence from within.

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

Finnegan displayed a devilish demeanor as he moved through the battlefield, leaving fallen enemies in his wake.

Vilmar and the others held their breath anxiously. Some even looked away, too afraid to witness the unfolding carnage.

With only seven or eight bodyguards remaining, the atmosphere grew increasingly dire. Amidst the chaos, one bodyguard succumbed to a mental breakdown, crying out in desperation, “I give up! This

guy’s a devil!”

His breakdown triggered a chain reaction, causing the remaining bodyguards to lose their will to fight and scatter in panic.

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

Despite Vilmar and Matthias’ desperate shouts, the remaining few bodyguards refused to listen.

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