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?

as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted,

then, Jonathan was no longer in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If there’s nothing left, I’ll send you to meet your maker

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

an

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

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

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

When Preston heard his grandfather’s assertion, he instantly burst into tears and howled,

without delay, “Please

up right this instance, you unfilial child!” Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York family doesn’t

to live!” Preston

shook his head. “It’s too late. I

raised

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

that than a flurry of loud footsteps

after, someone unexpectedly pushed open

all the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As

didn’t seem all that advanced in age, seemingly only

him, four or five middle-aged men followed in suits and

moment the middle-aged man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees on the ground, recognized him at a single glance.

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

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