The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 153

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.

“Finnegan, can we go now?” asked an alluring heiress from a prominent family, her expression tinged with anxiety.

Finnegan nodded and asked, “Where is the item I told you to bring?”

Knowing that Finnegan was addressing her, Alisha signaled to the elite members behind her.

Several Wahlstrom family clites stepped forward, each bearing a box or two of wine.

“Our dispute started over a drinking bet, so let’s end it in the same way. Once you’ve finished these forty- eight bottles of wine, you’re free to leave. If, however, you find yourself unable to finish, then you’ll continue drinking until the task is complete!” Finnegan declared.

“What?” Everyone’s expressions changed.

Overwhelmed with fear, one man dropped 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 gang, we could leave. How can you go back on your word?”

The others were no less distressed, some visibly trembling at the mere sight of the alcohol.

“We’re still on IV drips. Drinking this much could kill us!”

“Please, have mercy. We can’t handle any more drinking!”

“I’m still recovering from last night; I’m begging you!”

They all pleaded desperately. Some even cried so hard that tears and snot streamed down their faces.

A few of them even went as far as to kneel down, relinquishing all traces of dignity.

Finnegan, however, ignored them with an indifferent expression. “Drag them aside. If they can’t drink, force it down their throats. Only after they’ve finished every drop, take them to the hospital.”

Alisha’s face betrayed a flicker of fear, but she refrained from intervening.

Resigned, she 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, echoing through the air.

“I suppose 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 Vilmar and his two companions.

Vilmar, struggling to speak, managed to utter, “Finnegan, what more do you want?”

Matthias wanted to speak, but he didn’t even have the strength to do so.

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