A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Believe 

Finnegan seemed to be there to thrash the scene. 

While dealing with those people, he almost smashed half of the furniture inside the lobby. 

Seeing how Finnegan was about to defeat all his subordinates and even tear down the bar, Rocky grimaced and brandished his dual blades. 

He roared and charged forward, stepping on tables and couches. 

When he reached three meters away from Finnegan, Rocky leaped into the air and swung his dual blades at Finnegan’s neck, seemingly planning to cut off Finnegan’s head. 

Before the ferocious a*sault came within proximity, Finnegan sensed the attack directed at 

him. 

He slightly narrowed his eyes and jumped aside to dodge Rocky’s strike. At the same time, het threw a punch at Rocky’s face, breaking all of the latter’s teeth. 

Rocky was momentarily stunned because he didn’t anticipate Finnegan’s swift reaction. Then, he violently thrust his dual blades at Finnegan again. 

Finnegan stood in his spot and swayed slightly to evade all of Rocky’s attacks. 

Rocky’s astonishment intensified as Finnegan’s immense abilities were beyond his expectation. 

He increased his attacking speed to test out whether he could hurt Finnegan. 

Rocky believed Finnegan’s death would be inevitable if he could land one hit on the latter with his weapon. 

“Are you done playing? It’s my turn now.” 

Finnegan appeared to have lost his interest in prolonging the fight. He disregarded the fatal sharp blades and stretched out his hands. 

Rocky felt his arms turn sore. The next second, he noticed Finnegan was wielding his dual blades. How did this happen? 

Before he could react, Finnegan flourished the blades. “This is how you should use this weapon!” 

The blades turned into a blur as Finnegan began swinging them significantly faster than Rocky. Only the howls of wind could be heard, and hints of the blades’ afterimages were 

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visible. 

Subsequently, Rocky’s clothes were sliced into broken pieces and fell to the ground. 

His garments became tattered and ruined in just a few moments. 

Rocky’s b*dy was also drenched in a cold sweat. If Finnegan intended to kill me, I’m sure I would’ve died countless times, 

Nevertheless, Finnegan wasn’t about to let Rocky off so easily. He booted the latter’s chest. forcefully. 

Following a loud thud, Rocky was sent flying backward while spewing a mouthful of blood. He crashed heavily into a couch and rolled on the ground with the furniture. 

After that, he coughed up another mouthful of blood and felt his b*dy completely drained of 

energy. 

Even Rocky, who was capable of fighting a dozen men at a time, wasn’t Finnegan’s match. Rocky’s remaining subordinates didn’t dare to move an inch as they gazed fearfully at Finnegan. 

Clap! Clap! Clap! 

The sound of someone clapping their hands rang out all of a sudden. A corpulent man in his fifties limped out from one side while giving Finnegan a round of applause. Trailing behind. him were over twenty men in black, obviously a different group from Rocky’s subordinates. 

Rocky croaked, “Mr. Calandrino.” 

The newcomer was Tyrone Calandrino, the head of Jadeborough’s underworld. 

After glancing at Rocky, Tyrone slowly moved forward while sizing Finnegan up. “I was wondering who was the daredevil who dared cause a scene on my turf. It turns out to be Mr. Larkin. You’re indeed a courageous young man.” 

Leonardo, who met with Finnegan previously, bowed and greeted, “Hello, Mr. Larkin.” 

What? 

you. 

Rocky and the others were astounded. The young man with dreadlocks gaped at the scene with widened eyes. Why are Mr. Calandrino and Leo treating this guy with such politeness? 

Finnegan wasn’t surprised Tyrone recognized him. After all, it was only natural for Tyrone, the head of Jadeborough’s underworld, to investigate him since Alisha was serving him in the city. 

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He casually tossed the dual blades on the ground. “This is your turf, Mr. Calandrino? I wouldn’t have caused such a huge commotion if I had known about this.” 

An ambiguous smile spread across Tyrone’s face. “You didn’t know I’m in charge of this place, Mr. Larkin?” 

Finnegan narrowed his eyes and asked, “Do you think I’m lying to you, Mr. Calandrino?” 

As the head of Jadeborough’s underworld, Tyrone wasn’t a fool. 

However, just as he was about to speak, the young man with dreadlocks shouted, “Mr. Calandrino, he’s bluffing! He knows you’re the boss here, yet he did this on purpose.” 

Indeed, Finnegan deliberately stirred a ruckus. 

The reason was simply that Tristan Properties was adamant about demolishing Wharf Street and pressured his family into yielding. 

Finnegan was never convinced Python was merely executing Killian’s orders. How would an ordinary thug dare to act in such an unrestrained manner without his boss’ permission? 

Finnegan seized the opportunity to wreak havoc on the premise, seeking vengeance for all the grievances he and his family had suffered. 

Nonetheless, Finnegan would never admit that. “Mr. Calandrino, do you believe him?” 

Tyrone maintained the grin on his face, rendering others unable to figure out his thoughts. He beckoned the young man with dreadlocks to approach him with his finger. “Come here.” 

The young man walked over apprehensively. “Mr. Calandrino.” 

However, Tyrone abruptly took a gun from around the waist of his subordinate standing on his left and fired a shot at that young man’s head. 

A loud bang ensued, and the young man fell backward with a vacant expression in his eyes. 

Witnessing his young brother getting murdered, Rocky cried out hysterically, “Bobby! Why did you do this, Mr. Calandrino?” 

Tyrone tossed the gun back to his subordinate, entirely ignoring Rocky’s anguish. Het beamed at Finnegan. “Needless to say, I trust you, Mr. Larkin. He’s just trying to sow discord. between us.” 

A faint strange look flashed across Finnegan’s eyes as he started to regard Tyrone with greater. importance and vigilance. 

“You’re an upholder of justice, Mr. Calandrino. May I leave now?” 

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Tyrone chirped. “You may leave at any time, Mr. Larkin. I heard you’re an extraordinarily skilled doctor, so I’m wondering if you can examine my leg, which has been crippled for over ten years.” 

Finnegan didn’t need to think twice when dealing with a deceitful man like Tyrone. “I’m sorry but I won’t treat you.” 

With that, he turned around and walked toward the door.