A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 The Fury Of Finnegan 

“What a beauty. It’s a pity she has an ignorant brother!” 

On the third floor of the long-abandoned, unfinished building at the East Residence, Solomon looked at Rhiannon, who was hanging in mid-air outside, with a malicious grin. His eyes were filled with wickedness. 

He seemed as if he wanted to swallow Rhiannon whole. 

Dangling vertically, more than ten meters above the ground, Rhiannon was trembling all over, her face pale. 

Due to the cloth strip covering her mouth, she could only make whimpering sounds. 

The fear in her eyes and the thrill of revenge made Solomon feel excited. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl,” he said. “You’re too beautiful for me to kill you now. First, I’ll beat your brother to a pulp, then I’ll have my fun with you right in front of him. And only then will I send you both off to meet your maker!” 

With that, Solomon burst into a fit of wild laughter. 

“Mr. Zymons, your aunt is looking for you.” 

At that moment, a subordinate came over with a phone in his hand. 

Solomon took the phone. “Aunt Elsa, I- 

As soon as he began to speak, Elsa interrupted him with a shout, “You scoundrel, did you kidnap Finnegan’s sister? Didn’t I tell you to lay low and deal with the Zymons family crisis first?” 

Solomon exhaled heavily and said, “Aunt Elsa, I want to wait too, but I just can’t swallow this indignation!” 

If it weren’t for Finnegan’s involvement in last night’s battle with Doom Star, the Zymons family wouldn’t be in such a passive position now. 

Elsa snapped, “Swallow it even if you can’t, Let go of Finnegan’s sister! Just now, we received calls from the Haimowitz family, the Miles family, the Langdon family, and the Wahlstrom family. The situation is tense for the Zymons family right now. If they unite, we’ll be in a bit of trouble. Someone has already approached your father about Golden Hades’ matter. We can’t afford to stir up trouble at this time!” 

At this moment, Solomon seemed to have gone mad. 

“Enough! Since when did the Zymons family become so weak that we can’t even touch a small fry like Finnegan? I’m going to show everyone right now. No matter how tough things get for the Zymons family, we’ll still take down anyone who dares to cross us!” 

After saying that, he furiously smashed his phone on the ground. 

“Darn it! They think they can stop me just because they have some connections? No way!” 

He walked over and pulled out a whip from his subordinate. 

With a fierce expression, he walked to the edge, raised the whip, and struck Rhiannon harshly. “It’s all your brother’s fault. Now, you’ll bear my wrath for him first.” 

With a harsh crack, her skin was ripped and flesh was torn, with fresh blood soaking into her clothes. 

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This only served to provoke Solomon further. He laughed heartily as he continued to swing the long whip, striking Rhiannon’s b*dy. 

Rhiannon couldn’t even cry out in pain. All she could do was twist her b*dy incessantly. Her movements gradually became smaller until she eventually passed out. 

“Mr. Zymons, please stop hitting her. She’s going to die if you continue!” 

Seeing Rhiannon covered in blood, a few subordinates quickly came over to restrain Solomon. 

Solomon spat at Rhiannon, then tossed the whip onto the ground. 

Yanking at his collar, he wore a fierce expression and said, “D*mn it! Where is Finnegan? Didn’t Wynter that b*tch tell him? Do I really need to personally call him over for his own demise?” 

“Solomon!” 

No sooner had Solomon finished speaking than Finnegan’s deep, angry voice echoed from afar. 

Solomon took a few steps forward and looked into the distance, only to see Finnegan approaching with a fury that seemed to be able to set the sky ablaze. 

He burst into a fit of laughter. “He’s here. He’s here. He’s finally here!” 

With a wave of his hand, he ordered decisively, “Go, go, go! Seize him for me. Cut off his limbs first and then drag him to see me!” 

Dozens of the Zymons family’s elites, waiting below, drew their long swords and charged toward Finnegan. 

Upon seeing Rhiannon covered in blood, Finnegan let out a furious roar, his eyes red. 

Grasping the long sword that was swinging toward him, he raised his right leg and, without any hesitation, delivered a powerful kick. 

There was a cracking sound. 

Finnegan kicked the elite of the Zymons family squarely in the stomach. 

Viscera mixed with fresh blood flowed all over the ground. 

The scene was shockingly glaring. 

Dozens of the elites of the Zymons family instinctively stopped their advance, and those with weaker resistance began to retch uncontrollably. 

That was too brutal. 

They’d only ever seen someone’s stomach get kicked to a pulp in movies or novels. 

Finnegan snatched the long sword back and swiftly swung it outward, 

An elite of the Zymons family, already grievously wounded, yet not dead, suddenly found his b*dy torn 

apart. 

A skull with wide-open eyes flew across the air, landing squarely in the midst of dozens of elites, instantly 

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filling them with boundless fear. 

Solomon’s madness also faded amidst this brutal scene. 

There was a touch of fear in his eyes. “Is… Is he really that skilled? 

He knew Finnegan had some skills, but he didn’t expect him to be so powerful, bursting someone’s stomach with just one kick. 

At this moment, Finnegan was completely out of control, brandishing the long sword as he approached the elites of the Zymons family. “You all are going to die today!” 

“Charge together! Kill him!” 

The elites snapped back to reality, suppressing their inner fear as they charged toward Finnegan. 

Finnegan fiercely swung his long sword to meet the four incoming knives. 

With a resounding clang, all four identical knives shattered on the spot. 

The force behind Finnegan’s long sword did not lessen, as it slashed through four of the Zymons family’s elites. 

Blood spurted out like a fountain, and four heads were sent flying into the air. 

Finnegan’s killing intent had reached its peak as he charged directly into their camp. Every stroke of his long sword inevitably claimed the life of an elite. 

Moreover, not a single one of the fallen elite had an intact b*dy. 

The scene was instantly permeated with a strong scent of blood. The ground, once overrun with weeds, was now marred by fresh blood, painting the blades of grass a striking shade of red.