The Legendary Man

Chapter 142

Chapter 142 What An Ignorant Fool

On the heels of that, an agonized wail split the air.

Both of Hunter’s legs were maimed by Jonathan.

However, none of the people there dared to utter a single protest.

Even Preston cowered in the corner despite the sight before him, not even daring to move an inch.

“You’ll definitely die a horrific death, kid! The York family will never let you off the hook!” Hunter shot daggers at Jonathan as he knelt in the pool of blood. The look in his eyes was so menacing that it was as though he wanted to skin the man alive.

Unfortunately, looks couldn’t kill.

Otherwise, he would have ripped the man to ribbons time and again ages ago.

“Do you think the York family will still exist after you die?” Sneering, Jonathan regarded him blithely and reiterated, “To me, the York family is no more than an ant!”

What? The York family is no more than an ant?

Upon hearing that, everyone there stared at Jonathan as though they were looking at a moron.

Who in the whole of Jazona would dare utter such a remark to Hunter York? And who would dare say that the York family, one of the four prominent families, is no more than an ant?

that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man

in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other

he swept a placid glance over the three

blink of an eye, their faces

when he was forced to his knees like a dog while awaiting his execution when he

don’t want to die! Please don’t kill me! I beg you!”

he glared at him hotly. “The descendants of the York family aren’t as cowardly as you! It’s just death, no? What’s there

that, he no longer harbored any illusions. Alas, his fear of death didn’t apply to Preston. When Preston heard his grandfather’s assertion, he instantly burst into tears and howled, “I don’t want to die, Grandpa! I’m still young! There are tons of women I haven’t slept with and

finished saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me a clown and let me go, won’t

up right this instance, you unfilial child!” Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed

live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground and continued begging for

Jonathan shook his head. “It’s too late. I

he slowly raised the

unadulterated fear deluged him, and

a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the

open the door

utterly disgraceful!” As the voice

all that advanced in age, seemingly only

him, four or five middle-aged men

stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees

and gazed in that direction. As soon as he made out the man kneeling

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