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?

man would certainly die soon, he

other

over the three people kneeling on the

blink of an eye, their

there would come a day when he was forced to his knees like a dog while awaiting his execution when he was the heir

to die! Please don’t kill me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked

cry reverberated in the room, Hunter’s head snapped back, and 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 to

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!

on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me a clown and let me go, won’t

livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes

live!” Preston remained kneeling on the

“It’s too late. I gave you an opportunity, but

raised the gun in

Preston noticed his movement, unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook like a leaf. “No! Don’t

that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door out of the

someone unexpectedly pushed open the

And what’s with all the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a middle-aged man in traditional attire stalked

in age, seemingly only

middle-aged men followed

who had resigned himself to death on his knees on the

gazed in that direction. As soon as he made out the man kneeling on the ground, his brows promptly scrunched together. “Old Mr. York? What

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255