Classic Novel
Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Chapter 39 Striking Caesar
A tanned man with a broadsword charged at them.
Finnegan pulled Alisha to his back before glancing at the trash can that had flown over and hit the car carlier. There was a long cut mark on its solid surface. Clearly, the newcomer to the scene was the one who had slashed it with his sword.
“That’s one of the Goldberg Five, Caesar Goldberg!” Alisha cried out.
Caesar, who was coming close to them, halted in his tracks momentarily to look at the beautiful woman. “You actually know me, but who are you?”
Signaling Alisha not to speak, Finnegan then landed his amused gaze on Caesar, “So you’re Oscar’s senior. But how did you find me so soon?”
Finnegan guessed that Caesar just arrived in the city after a long trip, but Caesar had immediately found him.
In other words, Tristan had to be spying on him or his family the entire time..
Pushing away his confusion about Alisha’s instant recognition, Caesar then lifted his sword. and pointed it at Finnegan. “I’m not here to waste my breath with you. I’m going to give you a chance to survive this-break your legs and come with me to cure Mr. Killian and my junior. Otherwise, you’re going to die.”
As he warned Finnegan, he unleashed the aura of an Amber Realm fighter of Absolute Rank.
At the same time, the veins on his sword-wielding hands popped terrifyingly.
It was as if he would instantly cut Finnegan down the second Finnegan rejected him.
However, Finnegan only gave him a small smile and said, “If you break your own legs now, I’ll let you live. Otherwise, you’re going to die.”
Caesar could not believe Finnegan was parroting him and returning the threat.
Sneering, he then said, “It looks like you’re not going to repent until it’s too late!”
With that, he lunged toward Finnegan, about to let the latter find out about the tremendous. power gap between the two of them.
Finnegan hooked his arm around Alisha’s waist and easily dodged Caesar’s attack, who ended. up slamming his sword onto the edge of the wall. The corner of the wall was chipped off, and a piece of concrete the size of a fist flew into the air and scraped Alisha’s thigh.
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Alisha yelped in pain before snapping, “You b’stard, are you using me as a shield?”
Only when Finnegan turned around did he realize Alisha was hurt. Red blood was flowing down her thigh.
“Wait at the side!”
After pushing Alisha to the side, Finnegan spun on his heels and hurtled toward Caesar.
Caesar’s attacks affected larger areas, so it was easy for him to accidentally hurt others. Finnegan was not going to let him accidentally kill Alisha-he would have a hard time explaining her death to Theoden.
“Brat, I’m going to destroy you!”
When Caesar realized that Finnegan was coming after him instead of fleeing, he felt provoked and underestimated. Roaring, he raised his broadsword, seemingly intending to cut Finnegan in half.
At the sight of the perilous situation, Alisha shouted, “Watch out!”
Finnegan scoffed. “You’re nothing but a reckless man with too much power. Why would I fear you?”
Finnegan’s words infuriated Caesar even more, and he poured all of his strength into his next attack.
“Die!”
Instead of avoiding Caesar’s blow, Finnegan smacked his palm onto the blade. How naive, Caesar mockingly thought. Is he really trying to change the trajectory of my attack with a meager smack like that?
Yet, in the next second, a powerful surge of energy traveled across the blade and into him. The pain in his wrist, and the tear on his purlicue, made him lose his grip on his broadsword.
“How can this be?”
Did he really hurt me with just a smack? I even lost my grip on my sword!
Finnegan easily caught the broadsword Caesar dropped and immediately swung it at its original owner, Finally, Caesar was panicking. “No, don’t! My master is-”
Psh!
The sword landed on the spot between Caesar’s eyes, and Caesar’s words were cut off. He stood transfixed as if a spell for immobility had been cast on him.
A moment later, a trail of blood flowed down to his chin, and Caesar’s body fell backward. His eyes were wide, but he no longer breathed.
Finnegan threw the broadsword onto the ground.
It made a loud clang when it hit the ground, and the sound snapped Alisha back to her senses. With a complicated look, she muttered, “You killed Caesar Goldberg?”
Caesar’s master was one of the Ten Illustrious, Golden Hades, and there were very few who could overpower Golden Hades besides the Five Unparalleled from Loang.
Finnegan dusted his hands and said, “Did you not see how he was trying to kill me?”
Anyone who tried to kill him had to be prepared to be killed by him in response.
Alisha was not expecting the harmless-looking Finnegan to be that cruel, and she realized. she had to look at him in a new light from then on. “Give me a second to get some men to deal with him, then.”
Finnegan glanced at Caesar’s body, “Wrap him up and send him to General Hospital. I want Tristan to be the one to receive the package.”
Alisha’s heart skipped a beat, and her jaw dropped. “Do you really want that?”
That would not only taunt Tristan but Finnegan would also be provoking Golden Hades. If Alisha could do things her way, she would rather quietly dispose of Caesar.
“Will they think that I have nothing to do with his disappearance just because they never saw his body?”
“Oh… I understand.”
After dealing with the scene, Finnegan carried the injured Alisha into the hotel. It seemed like supper could no longer be part of the plan.
Just as they entered a double-bedroom suite, Alisha wrapped her arms around Finnegan’s neck and whispered, “Finnegan, don’t you think you’ll have a better sleep if you hug someone with my figure to sleep?”
Finnegan’s ears heated up. After muttering under his breath about the cheeky elf she was, he threw her onto the couch. Mad, Alisha shouted, “Finnegan, I’m injured! How can you treat a casualty like me in this way?”
“Shush. I’m going go to treat your wound now.”
With that, he took out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol he asked for from the receptionist earlier and a roll of gauze. Then, he pulled Alisha’s leg up to rest it on the trash can. Before
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she could react to that, he poured the rubbing alcohol onto her wound.
Immense pain shot up her leg from the wound, and Alisha scrunched her face as she cursed, “Finnegan, you douchebag! You have no idea how to handle a woman! Slow down! It hurts!”
“D*mn, is he that wild to make her scream like that?”
“He’s the shining beacon of the young. Does he have some kind of secret technique, or is het simply talented?”
Alisha’s screams of pain were heard by two men who coincidentally walked past their room, and those two men could not help but make comments and feel jealous.
Annoyed, Alisha snarled under her breath, “What a load of bullsh*t. If that’s the case, I’ll only be screaming out of pleasure.” After that, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain in silence, fearing that someone else would misunderstand her screams again.
After disinfecting the wound, Finnegan took out another bottle to pour some powder onto the wound. The wound instantly stopped bleeding and even scabbed over.
Alisha gasped. “What kind of medicine is this?”
It’s making the wound scab at an extraordinary rate! Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
Finnegan took the gauze and wrapped up her wound before dusting his hands. “That has nothing to do with you.”
After the curt response, Finnegan walked into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. behind him. “Don’t disturb my rest, or else I’ll kick you out.”
“Ugh! You are such an ass!”
Alisha was getting more and more familiar with Finnegan, and she no longer feared him. After grumbling quietly to herself, she called Theoden and told him about what happened earlier in the night.
A long while of silence later, Theoden said, “Even if Dr. Larkin crosses Golden Hades, the Wahlstrom family will still support him until the very end.”