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 definitely die a horrific

mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If there’s nothing left, I’ll send you to

over the three people

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

me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the

his cry reverberated in the room, Hunter’s head snapped back, and he glared at him hotly. “The descendants of the York family aren’t as

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 women I haven’t slept with and a boatload of money I haven’t spent! How could I

finished saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just

livid when he saw him groveling

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

too late. I gave you an opportunity, but

that, he slowly raised the gun in

unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook like

of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door

open the

disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a

in age, seemingly only

him, four or five middle-aged men followed in

who had resigned himself to death on his knees on

in that direction. As soon as he made out the man kneeling on the ground,

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