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?

audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon,

no longer in the mood to listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do

that, he swept a placid glance over the three people kneeling on the ground—Hunter, Preston, and

of an eye,

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

Please don’t kill me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked

snapped back, and he glared at him hotly. “The descendants of the York family aren’t as cowardly as you! It’s

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

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

livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes

I just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling

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

he slowly raised the gun in his

unadulterated fear deluged him, and he shook like a leaf.

he said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside

unexpectedly pushed open

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

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

or five middle-aged men

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

the middle-aged man known as Mr. Chandler reflexively lowered his head and gazed in that direction. As soon as he made

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