A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Yield

Finnegan flashed an amused smile. “My end? Funny, because today feels more like doesn’t it?”

yours.

Oscar burst into maniacal laughter. “Finnegan, I know you’ve got some skills; otherwise, Caesar wouldn’t have been hurt by you. However, Eleazar and the others are in a different league. They can snuff you and your bunch of friends out with just one finger.”

Oscar looked at Logan and the others cockily.

When he noticed Stephen, he thought the latter looked familiar. He felt as if he had seen Stephen somewhere before.

However, after a moment of doubt, he withdrew his gaze. He didn’t seem to think much of Stephen. “However, as long as you’re willing to yield and heal both me and Mr. Killian, I can promise that my four seniors will only cripple you alone and won’t harm your family and friends. Otherwise…”

He chuckled darkly, the implication clear without him spelling it out.

“Dr. Larkin?” Logan whispered, leaning closer to Finnegan’s.

With a word from Finnegan, he could wipe out Oscar and his crew in an instant.

Stephen and Jace also positioned themselves beside Finnegan.

No words were spoken, but their stance spoke volumes.

One glance from Finnegan, and Oscar and the others would be goners in no time.

They had recognized the notorious Eleazar and his gang too, so naturally, they weren’t going to let them escape.

Eleazar’s voice was low and firm. “Brat, didn’t you hear what Oscar said? Do you want to live as a cripple, or do you want your friends and family to be buried along with you?”

Finnegan turned to Bennett. “Bennett, take Nancy back first.”

Bennett found it odd, but he recalled that Nancy was just an ordinary girl.

Besides, she had a good relationship with Rhiannon, and Finnegan didn’t want her to know

too much.

Nancy sounded nervous as she asked, “Finnegan, what’s going on? Should we call the police

“No. Go back with your dad first.”

Oscar said icily, “Finnegan, unless we allow it, do you think anyone can leave this place?”

“Tristan only wants you to deal with me and not the others, right?” Finnegan asked in a

solemn tone.

Oscar hesitated.

Killing too many people would definitely cause trouble for Tristan.

“The father and daughter can leave, but they better keep their mouths shut. As for the other three, they better stay put!”

Bennett quickly pulled Nancy and urged, “Nancy, let’s go.”

Eleazar’s gang didn’t stop them as long as Finnegan, Logan, and the others stayed.

After the father and daughter departed, the drizzle became heavier.

A smirk slowly spread across Finnegan’s face. “Oscar, this is between me and the Chomsky family. It has got nothing to do with you and your gang and you don’t have to invite trouble for yourself.”

“Cut the crap!” Oscar said in a harsh tone. “Do you agree with what I just said? If you don’t, then you and your friends won’t live to see tomorrow.” In order to force Finnegan to yield, Oscar continued, “I’ll also take out your parents. As for your sister, the campus belle of Jadeborough University, I’ll have a dozen or so men show her a good time. Hahaha!”

He burst into laughter again.

Eleazar and his gang also wore smug expressions as they looked at Finnegan as if he were their prey.

Logan, watching closely, could barely contain his anger. “Dr. Larkin, let’s take-”

“They’re just a bunch of clowns and not worth your effort.” Finnegan raised a hand to stop Logan, then slowly stepped out of the pavilion and stood under the rain. “Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve encountered fighters from the Enigma Realm. There are four right here, which is a great chance for me to practice!” He raised his hand, catching raindrops in his palm. “Opportunities like this are hard to come by!”

“Finnegan, are you really not afraid to die?”

Oscar clenched his teeth, his face contorted.

Finnegan’s scornful words angered Eleazar and the others just as much

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iding their martial prowess anymore.

Even the lowest-ranked Forrest was an Enigma Realm fighter in Preliminary Rank.

He was burly and clearly a strength-type fighter.

Yet, facing them, Finnegan didn’t even bat an eye. “I’ve learned many things in my life, but there’s one thing I haven’t learned, which is to yield out of fear of death! Now, are the four of you going to die together in my hands or take turns dying?”

Since they were here, Finnegan had no intention of letting them leave alive.

Oscar’s use of Finnegan’s family to threaten him had sealed their fate.

Finnegan’s words made Eleazar and the others feel utterly humiliated.

Forrest, the burliest one of them all, growled, “Brat, one punch from me can kill you. There’s no need for my three seniors to take any action.”

As he spoke, he charged at Finnegan with great speed despite his clumsy figure.

His fist, the size of a pot, carried immense power as it cut through wind and rain.

Oscar’s face darkened when he realized he couldn’t stop this.

Truth be told, he would prefer Finnegan to heal him first before getting killed by the others.

Eleazar’s gang sported triumphant smiles. They seemed to be able to envision Forrest ending Finnegan with one punch.

Finnegan remained unfazed. In fact, he even appeared resigned. “Looks like you’ve chosen to take turns dying. Well, challenge accepted.”

He flipped his right hand, and the rainwater that he had collected in his palm turned into. mist and met Forrest’s advance.

The latter squinted, not wanting the rain to obscure his vision. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

In that split second, Finnegan moved. He stepped forward to meet Forrest, who was about twice his size.

Clenching his right hand, he delivered a straightforward punch at Forrest.

Seeing this, Eleazar and the others couldn’t help but sneer.

Forrest had been training in boxing since childhood. In his teens, he could shatter a stone slab five centimeters thick.

And now, he could easily crush a stone weighing tens of kilograms.

In their eyes, Finnegan’s choice to punch him was no different from seeking trouble.

Pow!

Crack!

“Argh!”

The dull thud of fists colliding was followed by the crisp sound of bones breaking. Immediately after a pained scream rang out.

Eleazar and his gang, who had been confident in Forrest’s attack, turned pale with fright.

How is this possible?

The agonized screams belonged to Forrest instead of Finnegan..

His fist seemed to have been pulverized by Finnegan and reduced to a bloody mess. In fact, his entire palm came off.

Only a few pieces of skin and flesh dangled from his wrist, painting a gruesome sight.

At that moment, Finnegan withdrew his fist and then struck Forrest’s chest.

Eleazar returned to his senses first and shouted angrily, “Stop!”

However, it was too late.

Not only did they not have the chance to intervene, but even Forrest himself didn’t react in time.

Splat!

Blood splattered all over the scene.

Finnegan’s fist burrowed through Forrest’s chest all the way to his wrist like an iron drill.

Forrest’s massive body froze instantly as blood spurted from his mouth. In his dying moments, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

With a kick, Finnegan sent Forrest’s hundred-over-kilogram body flying.

Then, he shook his hands as if he had just done something trivial “Next”