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?

What an ignorant fool!” Hunter snorted at that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he

By then, Jonathan was no longer in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other

glance over the three people

of an eye, their faces

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

beg

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

grandfather’s assertion, he instantly burst into tears and howled, “I don’t want to die, Grandpa! I’m still

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,

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

want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the

his head. “It’s too late. I gave you

he slowly raised the gun

fear deluged him, and he shook like a leaf. “No! Don’t kill

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

someone unexpectedly pushed open the door from the

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

didn’t seem all that advanced in age,

or five middle-aged men followed in suits

himself to death on his knees on the ground,

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

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