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 would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you that you’ll definitely die a horrific

feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up

swept a placid glance over the three people kneeling on the ground—Hunter,

an eye,

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

I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked

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 fear? Do your worse, kid! I’m a chicken if I even

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 a boatload of

prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just

him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The

to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground

head. “It’s too late. I gave you an

he slowly raised the gun in

movement, unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook

a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private

open the door

what’s with all the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice

all that advanced in age, seemingly only in his

him, four or five middle-aged men followed

Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees on the ground, recognized him at a single glance. “Mr.

his ears, the middle-aged man known as Mr. Chandler reflexively lowered his head and gazed in that direction. As

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