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?

that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man

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 on the ground—Hunter,

the blink of an eye, their faces

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

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

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

his fear of 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 of

saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay,

you unfilial child!” Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York

live!” Preston remained

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

raised the gun

noticed his movement, unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook like a leaf. “No!

that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded

pushed open the

the racket? How utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a middle-aged man in traditional attire stalked

didn’t seem all that advanced in age, seemingly only

five middle-aged men followed

middle-aged man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on 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? What are you

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