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?

that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid,

“What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If there’s

a placid glance over the three

of an

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

die! Please don’t kill me! I beg

York family aren’t as

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 of

before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without

Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling

to live!” Preston remained kneeling

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

that, he slowly raised the gun in his

deluged him, and he shook

he said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door out of

someone unexpectedly pushed open the door from

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

that advanced in age, seemingly

middle-aged men

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

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

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