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?

statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man

the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do

that, he swept a placid glance over the three

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

don’t kill me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the top

descendants of the York family aren’t as cowardly as you! It’s just death, no? What’s there to fear? Do

assertion, he instantly burst into tears and howled, “I don’t want to

knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me

you unfilial child!” Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York family doesn’t

any spine! I just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground and continued begging for

too late. I gave you an opportunity, but

that, he slowly raised

and he shook like a leaf. “No!

flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door out

pushed open the door from

with all the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a middle-aged man in traditional

didn’t seem all that advanced in age, seemingly only in his

him, four or five middle-aged men followed

the moment the middle-aged man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death

voice drifted into his ears, the middle-aged man known as Mr. Chandler reflexively lowered his head and gazed in that direction. As soon as he made out the man kneeling on the ground, his brows promptly scrunched

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