Chapter 223 Silencing The Weak
In the Farrington family, Afterimage Kick, when mastered, could create a thousand shadows with a single kick.
Although Seamus had not reached that stage, he was still an Amber Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank.
Hence, the power Afterimage Kick couldnât be underestimated.
Yet, not even a flicker crossed Finneganâs eyelids.
Just as Seamus was about to reach him, he leaned back, his right leg shooting upward, striking first despite being the last to move.
A muffled thud rang out.
Seamus took a heavy kick to the stomach. His body arched, and he flew away like a cannonball, shattering a hanging lamp before crashing heavily onto the ground.
The entire place fell into silence.
No one expected Seamus to be defeated in a single move.
The young noble who just said that Finnegan was doomed rubbed his eyes.
Upon confirming that he wasnât mistaken, his mouth fell open. âHow is this possible?â
âFinnegan!â Taking advantage of the moment her captor was caught off guard, Bernice pushed him away and ran to Finnegan with Cindy. She threw herself into Finneganâs arms and asked, âHow did you get here?â
Moments earlier, Bernice really thought she was about to hit a streak of bad luck.
Finnegan gently stroked her hair. âCin called me.â
Bernice turned around. âCin, thank you!â
A trace of complexity flashed across Cindyâs face. âItâs fine. As long as heâs here.â
Seamus mustered his strength to get up.
This time around, he heard Berniceâs address clearly. âSo youâre Finnegan? Youâre also a fighter?â
Finnegan asked Bernice to let go of him first.
Looking at Seamus with a cold gaze, he declared, âI am Finnegan!â
âD*mn it!â Seamus forcefully pushed away Millie, who was there to help him. âI havenât even started causing trouble for you, yet youâre the one offending me first. Do you know who I am?â
Hearing that, Finnegan narrowed his eyes. âYou donât have the right to ask me that question. But youâ¦
Are you looking for trouble with me?â
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Chapter 223 Silencing The Weak He was certain that he had never met Seamus before.
Seamus spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain. âYou know Keaton, right? Heâs my friend. He asked me to take some time out to teach you a lesson in Jadeborough. But it doesnât matter now. Even without Keatonâs involvement, I will still give you a run for your money. But if you let them accompany me, I might consider sparing your life!â
âKeaton sure holds a grudge!â Finnegan sneered. Even from afar, I still remain in his thoughts.
Finnegan didnât mind it one bit. âYouâshould worry about yourself right now!â
As his words fell, Finnegan charged toward Seamus. How dare he force himself on Bernice? Heâs a dead man!
Seamusâ face changed. He said?
angrily, âBrat, do you know who I am?â
Finnegan did not respond, and his hands were already reaching out toward Seamus.
âF*ck!â With a roar of fury, Seamus gritted his teeth and charged forward.
Needless to say, Finneganâs speed and strength were beyond his comparison.
Just at the moment of contact, Finnegan sent him flying again.
However, Seamus was also formidable. He fell to the ground but propped himself up in an instant.
Millie stepped forward. âMr. Farrington, youââ
âGet lost!â Seamus vented his anger on Millie, slapping her so hard that she fell to the ground.
Staring intently at Finnegan, his eyes filled with murderous intent, he said, âBrat! How dare you put me in such a disheveled state? Not even the king of the world can save you now!â
With that, Seamus ordered someone nearby, âCall Tyrone and ask him when heâll arrive!â
Seamus went there not only because Millie promised to introduce him to two beautiful ladies but also because he had arranged to meet Tyrone.
It was clear that he couldnât beat Finnegan, so his only option was to ask Tyrone for help.
Finnegan, however, acted as if he hadnât heard, his face cold as he continued to walk toward Seamus.
âFinnegan!â Bernice walked over and grabbed him, saying, âLet it go.â
Finnegan said, âYou are my woman. If anyone dares to lay a hand on you, they wonât get away with it.
As for Tyrone, let him come if he wants to.â
âItâs not Tyrone.â Bernice hurriedly explained to Finnegan, âItâs this Seamus you canât afford to provoke.
Heâs the grandson of Master Farrington, the branch president of Martial Arts Alliance in Nuthana. Even the Wahlstrom and Langdon families dare not offend the Farrington family of Capston!â
The Farrington family from Capston? Finnegan frowned. âAfterimage Kick from the Farrington family?â
Bernice didnât understand any of that, so she could only nod. âYes. Itâs the Farrington family from Capston.â
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Chapter 223 Silencing The Weak Seeing Finnegan frown, Seamus assumed that Finnegan was scared.
A smug expression once again surfaced on his face. âBrat, are you regretting it now? But itâs too late for regrets. Your life is now mine!â
Everyone else was looking at Finnegan like he was a clown. So what if you can fight? In the end, you still need a background in this society!
Finnegan nodded. âI must admit that itâs a bit surprising. But what of it?â
Finnegan even dared to disrespect Yasmine, who hailed from one of the Five Great Families and had the audacity to render her mute.
He even dared to cripple Yuvan, the son of the director general of Durbaine Department of Defense.
Seamus was merely the grandson of the branch president of Loang Martial Arts Alliance.
Obviously. Finnegan wouldnât take him seriously.
Besides, Seamus had offended Bernice.
Finnegan unexpectedly made a move, which infuriated Seamus. Seamus yelled, âDo you even know about the Farrington family of Capston?â
Seamus had never met anyone who dared to lay a hand on him, knowing who he was.
However, Finnegan no longer wanted to waste words with him. He withdrew his hand from Berniceâs grasp and said, âCin, please take Bernie away first.â
Seamus was definitely a vengeful troublemaker.
In fact, he was even more ruthless than the already deceased Solomon.
Hence, Finnegan knew he had to eradicate the source of the trouble and remove the cause of future problems.
Bernice anxiously asked, âWhat are you planning to do?â
âCin!â
With a moment of hesitation, Cindy stepped forward and took Berniceâs hand. âLetâs go.â
âNo! If we leave, we leave together.â Bernice firmly grabbed Finneganâs arm.
Seamus sneered menacingly, âLeave? You can run, but you canât hide. I wonât let you off the hook.
When the time comes, Iâll make you wish you were dead. After Iâm done playing with you two, Iâll throw you into the trashiest nightclub, reducing you to the lowest playthings!â
Originally, Finnegan was hesitant about leaving with Bernice first and dealing with Seamus later so as to avoid being ruthless in front of Bernice.
Surprisingly, Seamus actually made a tough statement right there, and it was clear that he was ready to walk the talk.
Chapter 223 Silencing The Weak
Finnegan withdrew his hand from Berniceâs grasp. âYou dare to talk tough at this time. Do you really think Iâm that kind-hearted?â
âFinnegan!â
This time around, Finnegan ignored Berniceâs advice and walked straight up to Searnus.
Seamus knew well that he was no match for Finnegan.
Yet, the existence of the Farrington family bolstered his confidence. âBrat, if you have the guts, kill me.
Dare you? If you dare not, then youââ
Before he could finish his sentence, Finneganâs shoe sole landed on his face. âYouâre a fool who doesnât even understand the basics of humility in weakness.â
âAh!â With a horrific scream, Seamusâ nose bone collapsed, and seven or eight of his teeth were kicked out.
However, Finnegan showed no signs of stopping. Under the watchful and anxious eyes of Millie and others, who thought he was acting like a madman, he continued to punch and kick Seamus.
And clearly, Seamus was the type of person who didnât know how to back down.
Even after being brutally beaten by Finnegan, he continued to spew threats by saying, âBrat, if you have the guts, kill me. If not, Iâll kill you and your entire family, and Iâll have my way with Bernice and the other woman!â
âVery well. Continue speakingâ Unable to kill Seamus in front of Bernice, Finnegan had no choice but to increase the strength in his hands and feet.
Seamus had once again lost five or six of his teeth.
The frustration in his heart had reached its peak. âFinnegan, I will kill you sooner or later