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?

though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I

to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If

over the three people kneeling on

of an eye, their

Preston. He had never thought that there would come a day when he was forced to his knees

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

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 fear?

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

Jonathan on his knees and groveled without

when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York

have any spine! I just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the

“It’s too late. I gave

slowly raised

unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook

that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded

someone unexpectedly pushed open the

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

all that advanced in

him, four or five middle-aged men

death on his knees on the ground, recognized him at a single

man known as Mr. Chandler reflexively lowered his head and gazed in that direction. As soon as he

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