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?

man would certainly die soon, he

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

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

an eye, their

had never thought that there would come a day when he was forced to his knees like a dog while awaiting his execution when he was the heir

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

When his 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 as you! It’s just death, no? What’s there to fear? Do your worse, kid! I’m a chicken if

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

prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please

him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York

just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground

I gave

that, he slowly raised the gun in his

fear deluged him, and he shook like

loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door out of the

pushed open the

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

in

or five middle-aged men followed in suits

resigned himself to death on his knees on the ground,

the 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

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