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 that you’ll

“What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If there’s nothing left, I’ll send you to meet your

saying that, he swept a placid glance over the three people kneeling on

of an

Preston. He 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 of the York

don’t kill me! I beg you!” he

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

his grandfather’s assertion, he instantly burst into tears and howled, “I don’t

knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just

so livid when he saw him groveling

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

shook his head. “It’s too late. I gave you an opportunity,

he slowly raised the gun

deluged him, and he shook like a leaf. “No!

he said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside

unexpectedly 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

all that advanced in age, seemingly only in

him, four or five middle-aged men followed in

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 out the man kneeling on the ground, his

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