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?

at that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would

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,

of an eye, their faces

went doubly so for Preston. He had never thought that there would come a day when he was forced to his knees like a dog

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

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,

didn’t apply to Preston. When Preston 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

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

livid when he saw him

to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground and

shook his head. “It’s too late. I gave you an opportunity, but you didn’t

raised the gun

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

a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door out

pushed open the door from

And what’s with all the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a middle-aged man in traditional attire

seem all that advanced in age, seemingly only in

him, four or five middle-aged men followed in

resigned himself to death on his

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

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