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!

as they regarded him, Jonathan swept a

he moved at

merely saw a black figure flashing past before pain shot through his wrist. He couldn’t even see

snapped back to his senses, the muzzle

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

hands are stained with the blood of innumerable lives! Is he sick of living that he dared to whip out

there jolted back to reality, but they all couldn’t quite believe their

York’s hand the previous second. How did it end up in his hand

that I’ve still underestimated you. I’ve always thought that you’re just a snot-nosed kid

Jonathan intently, he demanded, “Well? Who exactly are you? And why

you? Who do you think you are?” Upon hearing that, Jonathan looked at him coldly. “You think

not here because of me?” Hunter’s

it made no sense that someone of

offend a professional assassin like him? The only possibility is that

of yourself!” Glancing at him airily, Jonathan reminded, “I’ve long since warned you not to butt into this matter,

a click sounded as he cocked the

Hunter’s expression abruptly changed. He was still scheming inwardly

it was just my grandson having offended you, I’m willing to apologize on his behalf. Feel free to propose whatever stipulation you like, for I’ll agree to anything at

he chose

between giving in and dying, he still chose the former at

embarrassing about giving in? As long as I get to live, I wouldn’t even hesitate if he wants me to fall to my knees before him and apologize, let