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?

an ignorant fool!” Hunter snorted at that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted,

then, Jonathan was no longer in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still have up your sleeve? If there’s nothing left,

a placid glance over the three people kneeling on the ground—Hunter, Preston,

of an eye, their faces went

he was forced to his knees like a dog while awaiting his

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

snapped back, and he glared at him hotly. “The descendants of the York family aren’t as cowardly as you! It’s just death, no? What’s

grandfather’s assertion, he instantly burst into tears and howled, “I don’t want to die, Grandpa! I’m still young! There are tons

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,

when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed

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

too late. I gave

said that, he slowly raised the

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

sooner had he said that than a flurry of loud

someone unexpectedly pushed open the door from

utterly disgraceful!” As the voice

in age,

or five middle-aged men followed in

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

that direction. As soon as he made

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