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?

Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you

in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If

swept a placid glance over the three people kneeling

the blink of an

thought that there would come a day when he was forced to his knees like a

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

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

tears and howled, “I don’t want to die,

second he finished 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 his eyes

want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground and continued begging

late. I gave you an opportunity, but you

slowly raised the

unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook like a

said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded

pushed open the door from

with all the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a middle-aged

in age, seemingly only

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

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

gazed in that direction. As soon as he made out the man kneeling on the ground, his brows promptly scrunched together. “Old Mr. York? What

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