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?

ignorant fool!” Hunter snorted at that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you that you’ll definitely

feeble threats. “What other tricks do

over the three people kneeling on the ground—Hunter, Preston, and

the blink of an

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

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

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

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

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

don’t need to have any spine! I just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on

late. I gave you an opportunity, but you didn’t

that, he slowly raised the gun

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

had he said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside

open the door

How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out,

in age, seemingly only in

four or five middle-aged men followed

the middle-aged man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees

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

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