A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel
Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Not Surrendering

The four men in black were only briefly stupefied before they returned to the fray with even more savagery.

Finnegan quickly avoided their attacks before stretching out his left foot to tap on one of the men's calves. A crack echoed in the air, and that man collapsed onto the ground, grabbing his calf and crying out in agony.

Oscar's gaze darkened.

He could fight in the same way Finnegan did, for he was trained under a master fighter.

However, he could not wrap his mind around how Finnegan, someone who was forced out of Jadeborough by Killian back then, could become a master in fighting as well.

While he was thinking about that, Finnegan had swept his leg in an arc and fl*pped the other three men onto the ground. In no time, Oscar was the only one left standing.

Oscar narrowed his eyes. "You're talented, but unfortunately, you've met me."

"Come on. Give it a try."

Finnegan lifted his arm and beckoned Oscar to come.

The action, similar to the beckoning of a dog, infuriated Oscar. With an angry cry, he dashed toward Finnegan before lifting his leg up to swing it downward.

Not only did he want Finnegan to replace out what pain was, but he also wanted Finnegan to kneel before him and beg for his forgiveness.

Yet, Finnegan suddenly raised his leg faster than Oscar did-higher, too-before slamming it down on Oscar's shoulder. The sickening crack of the clavicle reverberated in the space, and Oscar fell to the ground in the position of a split. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead as pain, fear, and shock crashed into him like a tidal wave.

Why can't I even withstand a blow from him?

"Who in the world are you?"

Instead of answering him, Finnegan spun on his feet to land a spinning kick on Oscar's chest. Oscar flew backward. When he crashed to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood as two of his ribs broke. However, Oscar still managed to not make any sound of pain.

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He just stared at Finnegan and questioned, "What kind of power do you have?"

Finnegan walked over to him before looking downward at him. "You said you wanted to break my legs earlier, didn't you?"

Before Oscar could say anything in response, Finnegan lifted his leg and cruelly crushed. Oscar's right hand under his foot. Pain surged up his arm, and Oscar could not hold back hist scream of pain this time. Finnegan did not stop there. He proceeded to crush Oscar's other hand and legs, rendering. him completely immobile.

The rest of the men in black shuddered when they saw the ghastly state Oscar was in.

Oscar managed to force his pain away for a second as he roared, "Finnegan Larkin!"

All Finnegan did was amble past Oscar and say, "Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky family has thirteen more days left. They're welcome to continue targeting me."

Oscar's subordinates only dared to approach Oscar after Finnegan was out of the alley. "Oscar, what do we do?"

Nothing but hatred was in Oscar's eyes. "Take me to the hospital first."

When peace returned to the alley, Alisha drove to the entrance of the alley. She had not gone. back to the hotel right away after sending Finnegan there.

Staring at the gloomy alley, she called her grandfather again. "Grandpa, Tristan just sent Oscar to mess with Mr. Larkin, but Mr. Larkin crippled him. So, who in the world is Mr. Larkin? Why is Oscar, an Amber Realm fighter of Preliminary Rank, no match for him? Moreover, why are you trying to butter him up?"

After a moment of silence, an elderly man's voice traveled out of the speaker. "Heed his words and do your best to sleep with him. You'll replace the answer when it's time for you to know it, so don't ask that many questions now."

With that, the call ended. Alisha huffed, "Stupid Grandpa. Still, it looks like I have to be serious about sleeping with him."

"What's going on?"

Tristan was astounded when he saw how severely wounded Oscar was.

Oscar gritted his teeth and replied, "Mr. Chomsky, we've underestimated Finnegan. I'm no match for him. I'm quite certain he's an Amber Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank."

"An Amber Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank?"

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Modern martial arts were divided into four realms-Ether Realm, Terra Realm, Enigma Realm, and Amber Realm. Furthermore, each realm had four ranks-Preliminary Rank, Intermediate Rank, Postliminary Rank, and Absolute Rank.

Oscar, an Amber Realm fighter of Preliminary Rank, was already capable of fighting a hundred people by himself. Thus, the thought of how Finnegan might be an Amber Realm. fighter of Postliminary Rank was instilling shock into Tristan's heart.

There were not many Amber Realm fighters of Postliminary Rank in Jadeborough.

How was he going to defeat Finnegan?

Oscar then said, "But don't worry, I've sent my men to contact my senior. He's an Amber Realm fighter of Absolute Rank, and he's going to be coming to Jadeborough to avenge me in a few days' time. I'm sure he'll be able to defeat Finnegan."

Hearing that, Tristan became at ease. "I'll leave this to you and your senior, then. I'll definitely. reward you handsomely after the dust has settled."

After that, Tristan hastily made arrangements for Oscar's

surgery.

He then said to his trusted subordinates, "I never thought Finnegan would be this powerful. We're ceasing all operations until Oscar's senior is here. Also, carry out the relocation and demolition at Wharf Street according to the rules and regulations. The compensation will start from twenty-three thousand for every square meter. We'll use this to make Finnegan let down his guard a little." "Got it."

The next morning, Finnegan woke as usual for breakfast outside.

Just as he sat down, Alisha came over and took the milk that Finnegan had yet to drink. After a few days of interaction, she had already grasped most of Finnegan's character, so she was no longer as cautious as she was previously.

Finnegan glanced at her and muttered under his breath about how she really helped herself to anything she wanted. Then, he asked, "Any news?"

"After seeing Oscar's state last night, Tristan has ordered his men to halt their plans. He event got Tristan Properties to expropriate this region with twenty-three thousand per square

meter."

Finnegan inhaled sharply. "He's surrendering already?"

"Of course not." Alisha put down the cup of milk. "It's just that the ruckus you made about the demolition has caught the attention of some government officials. Moreover, Jadeborough's underworld isn't helping him out, so Tristan can't continue his plan with his

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initial low price. As for why he has ceased his men from attacking you... I'm guessing that he must be waiting for Oscar's peers."

"Oscar's peers?"

Alisha nodded as a somber look crept into her eyes. "Oscar was a disciple of a member of the Ten Illustrious, Golden Hades. Although Golden Hades might not necessarily stand up for his disciples, his other disciples are apparently Enigma Realm fighters. The Goldberg Five are the ones you must be wary of the most."

At that, she sneaked a glance at Finnegan, only to replace that he was not at all fazed nor surprised by her words. "Are you not scared?"

"If I was, I wouldn't have sought revenge from the Chomsky family."

Alisha's curiosity about Finnegan grew when she heard the confidence in his words.

She almost had to physically hold herself back from asking him more about that. She then asked, "Mrs. Miles called me earlier, asking if you can treat Mr. Miles."

"Sure."

Alisha was taken aback, having not expected Finnegan to answer that quickly. "You....."

Finnegan chuckled. "Mr. Miles is also known as the top philanthropist of Jadeborough. I won't be so unreasonable to let a philanthropist die just because of the insensible Sasha. Come and pick me up when it's close to evening time."

Hearing that, Alisha nodded slowly. After telling Finnegan some other stuff, she left.

Once Finnegan was done with breakfast, he bought some food for his parents and his sister.

However, just as he reached the entrance of his house, he heard Rhiannon shouting, "You

your family are shameless! Get out!"

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