A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

The intersection was really dark as the people who were forced to sign the relocation consent forms

had already moved out. Python and dozens of his men were standing there with cigarettes in their

mouths as they sneered at Finnegan. “I’ll give you another chance, kid. I’ll spare your life if you hand

your property over to me and have your sister keep me company for a few days.” “You want me to just

hand over my house and my sister?” “That’s right! Otherwise, I will kill you and the rest of your family!

Oh, and we’ll be sure to take turns with your sister before killing her!” Python replied with a smug grin.

There was a cold glint in Finnegan’s eyes as he exuded a terrifying aura. He cared the most about his

family, so Python was as good as dead to Finnegan the moment he threatened to hurt them. Python

shuddered when he felt the same chilling sensation from earlier that day. “Hey, kid, I suggest you—”

Swoosh! Finnegan cut him off with a slap that was as fast as lightning. Not only was Python sent flying

from the impact, but it even knocked out all of his teeth. Finnegan followed up with a roundhouse kick,

knocking four of the nearest thugs down to the ground. Before the fifth thug even realized what was

going on, Finnegan had knocked him out with a powerful hook to the jaw. All of that happened in less

than two seconds. “What the f*ck are you all standing around for? Get him! Hack him to pieces and

finish his family off!” Python shouted while covering his toothless mouth with one hand as he lay on the

ground, all curled up in pain. Having been snapped out of their dazed state, the dozens of thugs quickly

raised their weapons and surrounded Finnegan. Finnegan opened his left palm, revealing thin silver

needles that he had been concealing. Unlike the typical silver needles that were used for treatments in

acupuncture, that needle was a weapon designed specifically for killing. As eight of the thugs slashed

at Finnegan with their machetes, he swung his left hand and tossed eight of those silver needles at

them. The silver needles quickly buried themselves deep within the thugs’ bodies and disappeared

almost instantly. The next thing they knew, the eight thugs had collapsed to the ground and were

convulsing violently while frothing at their mouths. What the… What just happened? What the f*ck did

he just do to them? Python shuddered in fear as he shouted, “Get him! All of you, attack at the same

time!” While the thugs were still frozen in shock, Finnegan spun around in circles and continued tossing

out the silver needles with pinpoint accuracy. Soon, dozens of thugs were convulsing on the ground

and frothing at the mouth like rabid dogs. Python swallowed a mouthful of blood and saliva as his face

turned pale. He was trembling uncontrollably in fear. When Finnegan shifted his gaze to him, Python

quickly got on his knees and begged for mercy, saying, “P-Please spare my life, Sir! I won’t cause you

any more trouble! Besides, I work for Leo, so you can’t afford to hurt me anyway!” He was in so much

fear that he would say anything to save his life. Finnegan simply stood there in silence with his arms

behind his back. Fearing that he would end up like the rest of his men, Python continued to kneel and

didn’t dare make any sudden moves. A few minutes later, a bright red Ferrari and a Hummer came

speeding toward them. “That’s Leo’s car!” Python exclaimed in joy when he saw the Hummer in the

back. Thinking he no longer had a reason to fear Finnegan, he stood up and said gleefully, “As I said, I

work for Leo, and Leo is Mr. Calandrino’s right-hand man! You’re done for this time!” Finnegan simply

let out a nonchalant chuckle without saying a word. The two cars pulled up beside them one after the

other, and a gorgeous woman in a red dress stepped out of the car. “Whoa! I’ve never seen a woman

that hot before! Did Leo find himself a new girlfriend?” Python said while ogling the woman. A man with

tanned skin and an icy-cold expression got out of the Hummer shortly after. The look on his face

changed the moment he heard Python’s remark. He ran forward and sent Python flying with a swift kick

to the chest. “Do you have a death wish or something? You’re talking about Ms. Wahlstrom!” Python’s

face was filled with fear as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. “Ms. Wahlstrom? Y-You mean…”

Leonardo Terrano shot him a fierce glare as he said, “She’s Alisha Wahlstrom of the Wahlstrom family

in Bellridge!” Alisha Wahlstrom of the Wahlstrom family in Bellridge? That means she’s the

granddaughter of Theoden Wahlstrom, the head of the underworld of Walund in the Southern Region!

Even Tyrone Calandrino, the head of Jadeborough’s underworld, works for her grandfather! Python

was so terrified that he ignored the pain tearing through his chest and crawled up to Alisha. “I’m sorry,

Ms. Wahlstrom! I didn’t know it was you!” Alisha ignored him and glanced at the people around her.

She then walked up to Finnegan and asked, “Are you Mr. Larkin?” Her grandfather had told her to look

for a man named Finnegan Larkin, but Finnegan looked so young that she wasn’t sure if she had the

right guy. Python peed his pants in fear when he saw the boss of his boss speaking politely to

Finnegan. After taking a moment to get an eyeful of her feminine charms, Finnegan said, “Your

grandfather sure knows how to send the right person for the job!” That was when Alisha knew she had

found the person she was looking for. Recalling her grandfather’s instructions before she left, Alisha

lowered her head and said apologetically, “I’m sorry I was late.” “Yes, you were indeed a little late. My

family and I would probably have been killed if I wasn’t skilled in combat. Well, you arrived just in time

to clean up the scene, so I suppose you’re not too late either. Also, I want to know who it was that

helped Tristan Properties withhold the relocation funds.” “I will be sure to provide you with a satisfactory

answer, Mr. Larkin,” Alisha replied while glaring at Python. It was at that moment that Python knew he

had really screwed up big time. “Please forgive me, Mr. Larkin! I really had no idea that you and Ms.

Wahlstrom knew each other! Please spare my life!” he pleaded with tears rolling down his cheeks, but

Finnegan ignored him completely and went inside the house. Python was already a dead man to

Finnegan the moment he threatened to hurt his family. Alisha waited until Finnegan was out of sight

before saying coldly, “Clean up this mess and dispose of the trash. Also, I want Tyrone to personally

give me a proper explanation!” Leonardo stepped forward and knocked Python out with a swift kick to

the head. He shuddered as he looked at the thugs who were lying unconscious on the ground. “Who is

that guy, Ms. Wahlstrom? Why are you—” Alisha cut him off with, “Don’t ask questions that you’re not

supposed to know the answer to.” She then paused for a few seconds before continuing, “To be

honest, I don’t know who he is either.” She had tried asking Theoden about Finnegan’s identity, but she

didn’t manage to get an answer. Theoden had simply told her to obey Finnegan’s orders, even if he

wanted to sleep with her. If he didn’t ask to sleep with her, then she was to try to create an opportunity

to do so. Of course, she didn’t tell Leonardo about that, as it was too embarrassing and ridiculous.

Leonardo didn’t dare ask any further when he received no answer from Alisha. He turned around and

walked off to perform his duties as instructed. Later that night, when Desmond, Quiana, and Rhiannon

were fast asleep, Finnegan received a text message from Alisha that read: Killian and Python are the

ones behind the withholding of the relocation funds. Finnegan broke into a sneer after he read that text.

How does a mere thug like Python have the right to work with Killian? He replied: Do not let

Jadeborough’s underworld get involved in Tristan Properties’ demolition and relocation activities