The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 102

Tristan was naturally not a fool, given the success he had achieved.

He knew the only way he could go against Finnegan was by holding Bernice hostage.

If he revealed Bernice's location, his battle against Finnegan was as good as lost.

“I hope you can keep enduring this!” Finnegan tightened his grip, suffocating Tristan. The latter's countenance was turning green as his limbs flailed about in the air.

Even still, Tristan refused to budge. “K-Kill me... i-if you d-dare...”

The bodyguards and members of the Chomsky family watched anxiously from afar.

“Release my uncle immediately! Otherwise, there will be severe consequences!”

“We are the Chomsky family! You can't afford to offend us! Set him free right now and beg us for mercy!”

“If you don't let him go right now, we'll call the police!”

Without warning, Finnegan waved his left hand, shooting dozens of almost imperceptible needles at everyone.

His needles hit the Chomsky family members, the bodyguards, and even the housekeepers cowering at the corner.

Aside from Arlo, who was curling up at the side wordlessly, everyone collapsed.

Fear crept into Tristan's eyes as he witnessed that scene.

However, that also strengthened his resolve to hold onto Bernice as his last bargaining chip. “Finnegan, you... better...”

Finnegan didn't want to waste any more time and tightened his grip again.

Tristan couldn't speak, and his face had turned purple. He looked as though he would die at any moment.

“Where's Bernice?

Tristan's brain had begun to lose oxygen and he was blacking out, but he still resisted stubbornly.

After dozens of seconds, he passed out due to a lack of oxygen without revealing Bernice's whereabouts.

Finnegan tossed Tristan to the ground with a scowl and pressed a few spots on the latter's body with his toes.

The unconscious Tristan promptly opened his eyes and yelled in pain. Clearly, he was in great agony.

His face contorted as his veins bulged unnaturally.

“What did you do to me, Finnegan? Make it stop!” He kept hitting himself as though trying to reduce his torment.

Indifferently, Finnegan answered, “I merely increased your sensitivity to pain by dozens of times. Let's see how long you can hold on.”

“I don't want to live anymore! I want to die!” Killian screamed in a hoarse voice on the second floor at that moment.

He was acting up again.

The only voices audible at the mansion at that moment were the cries of the father and son.

Standing outside and listening to the cries of pain, Alisha tensed up. “What did he do?”

Finnegan lifted his chin and strode into the mansion. “Looks like I need to spice things up a bit.”

Tristan immediately threatened, “You're dead if you dare touch Killi, Finnegan!”

A moment later, he resumed shrieking in pain.

Finnegan soon arrived on the second floor.

Then, he sneered, “I see your fear, Finnegan.”

“I'm merely afraid that you won't survive to witness the collapse of your family.” Finnegan turned to Alisha and called for her.

Alisha, who was waiting outside, quickly came in.

Tristan's pupils contracted when he spotted the seductive Alisha. His expression shifted. “Ms. Wahlstrom!”

Although he didn't have a relationship with Alisha, he had met her a couple of times before and was aware of her powerful background. Why is Finnegan acquainted with her? Was it not because of official intervention that Jadeborough's underworld refrained from helping Tristan Properties?

Just as Tristan realized something, Finnegan ordered, “Do it!”

Alisha nodded and made a call. “Commence the operation against the Chomsky family!”

In response to hearing that, Tristan questioned loudly, “Why, Ms. Wahlstrom? Our family has always treated your family with respect! We even attend Old Mr. Wahlstrom's birthday banquet every year!”

Alisha abruptly stepped on Tristan's chest in her high heels. “Shut up! Otherwise, I'll send you down to hell right now!”

As she thought about Finnegan's rage toward her at the hotel, she wished she could kill Tristan right there and then.

Ignoring her action, Finnegan called Reynard. “I heard your Phoenix Team specializes in intelligence. Is that true, Rey?”

Reynard replied, “I already knew what happened before you called. I've asked my people to launch an investigation and Jace to employ his men and lock down the city to prevent Ms. Zimmerman from being sent out of Jadeborough. You need only focus on dealing with the Chomsky family. I assure you that Ms. Zimmerman will return to you unharmed.”

Finnegan was pleasantly surprised that Reynard had already performed what he wanted him to do. “Thank you.”

Upon ending the call, Finnegan turned to Tristan. “I assume Bernice is safe since the person who took her didn't receive your call.”

Tristan held his chest where he was injured by the high heel. “Who the heck are you, Finnegan?”