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?

Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon,

much!” By then, Jonathan was no longer in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up your

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

blink of an eye, their faces went

a day when he was forced to his knees like a dog

die! Please don’t kill me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the top of his

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

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

saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me

him groveling that

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

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raised the gun in

his movement, unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook like a leaf.

flurry of loud footsteps sounded

unexpectedly pushed open the door from the

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

seem all that advanced in age, seemingly

four or five middle-aged

moment 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 out the man kneeling on the ground, his brows promptly scrunched

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