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!

all finished talking?” Despite the smug look in their eyes as they regarded him, Jonathan swept a blithe gaze over them all before stating, “If so, you can go and meet

words fell, he

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

the muzzle was

black gun spun several times in Jonathan’s hand, but the muzzle never left

broke into the military 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

to reality,

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

on Hunter’s face at long last. “It seems that I’ve still underestimated you. I’ve always thought that you’re just a snot-nosed kid who’s ignorant

are you? And why did you lure

hearing that, Jonathan looked

here because of me?”

his opinion, Jonathan was either a professional assassin or retired special forces. Otherwise, it made no sense that someone of his caliber would get into

well! He’s just a rich playboy, so how could he possibly offend a professional assassin like him? The only possibility is that this is a trap in the first place, one specially

into this matter, but you were too obstinate to

his words, a click sounded as

still scheming inwardly with disdain written clear on his face earlier, but a flicker

because of me, there’s no unresolvable conflict between us! If it was just my grandson having offended you, I’m willing to apologize on his behalf. Feel free to propose whatever stipulation you

he chose

in and dying, he still chose

As long as I get to live, I wouldn’t even hesitate if he wants me to fall