The Legendary Man

Chapter 141 Really Dare To Shoot

“Kill him, Grandpa!” Preston couldn’t help shouting as soon as he saw Hunter whipping out a gun.

He was gripped by the urge to snatch the gun away from his grandfather and shoot Jonathan dead.

Never had I suffered such humiliation ever since young! And the mortification is so great that I don’t think I’ll be appeased even if I shoot him ten times over!

“Kill him? Isn’t that too easy for him?” Hunter eyed Jonathan with a sneer and announced, “We should first break his legs before breaking his arms. Won’t it be even more tormenting for him to keep him in such agonizing pain that he wishes for death?”

“Yes! We should torture him! We must torture him to the point that death would be a mercy!” Preston’s features were contorted by cruelty.

Everyone there stared at Jonathan icily at that moment. It was as though he had already been sentenced to death in their eyes.

Tavion, especially, looked at him with a smirk playing on his lips. “Aren’t you skilled at fighting, Jonathan? Why are you not doing so anymore? Didn’t you even say that you wanted to kill me? Why have you stopped now?”

“As I said, you’re just an ant. As an ant, you’ve got to have the corresponding self-awareness!”

This time, Tavion was finally feeling invincible.

However, Hunter didn’t notice Rhett eyeing him at the side as though he was an idiot.

Well, he actually dared whip out a gun in front of Mr. Goldstein? Does he have a death wish? Or is he sick of living? Back then, I saw with my own eyes how the dozen or so police officers with guns in their hands were all soundly trounced by him. Even a dozen professional police officers weren’t his match, yet he wants to try when he already has a foot in the grave? He’s just asking for it!

the smug look in their eyes as they regarded him, Jonathan swept a blithe gaze over them all before stating, “If so, you

he moved at lightning

figure flashing past before pain shot through his wrist. He couldn’t even see Jonathan’s movements clearly, but the gun in his hand had

snapped back to his senses, the muzzle

whip out a gun before me?” The black gun spun several times in Jonathan’s hand, but the muzzle never

camp three years ago, I’ve been no stranger to heavy gunfire. What’s more, my hands are stained with the blood of innumerable lives! Is he sick of living that he dared to whip

there jolted back to reality, but they

gun was unmistakably in Old Mr. York’s hand the previous second. How did it end up in his hand in the blink of

a trace of defeat manifested on Hunter’s face at long last. “It seems that I’ve still underestimated

are you? And why did you

are?” Upon hearing that, Jonathan looked at him

not here because of me?”

either a professional assassin or retired special forces. Otherwise, it made

a rich playboy, so how could he possibly offend a professional assassin like

at him airily, Jonathan reminded, “I’ve long since warned you not to butt into this

a click sounded as

scheming inwardly with disdain written clear on his face earlier, but a flicker of fear flashed across his eyes

here because of me, there’s no unresolvable conflict between us! If it was just my grandson having offended you, I’m willing

he chose to

giving in and dying, he still chose the former at

wants me to fall to my knees before him and apologize, let