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?

Hunter snorted at that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you that you’ll

to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still

glance over the three people kneeling on the

blink of an eye, their faces went

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

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

of the York family aren’t as cowardly as you! It’s just death,

instantly burst into tears and howled, “I don’t want to die, Grandpa! I’m still young! There are tons of women I haven’t slept with and a boatload of money I haven’t spent! How could

he finished saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me a clown and let me go, won’t

saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York family doesn’t have

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

I gave you an opportunity, but you didn’t appreciate

that, he slowly raised the gun

and he

sooner had he said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside

after, someone unexpectedly pushed open the door from the

the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the

in age, seemingly only

him, four or five middle-aged men

the moment the middle-aged man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees on the ground,

voice drifted into his ears, the 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 brows promptly scrunched together. “Old Mr. York?

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