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?

statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you

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

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

blink of an eye, their

was forced

I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked

glared at him hotly. “The descendants of the York family aren’t

no longer harbored any illusions. Alas, 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

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

Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The

to have any spine! I just want to live!”

head. “It’s too late. I gave

slowly raised the gun

him, and

said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside

after, someone unexpectedly pushed open the door

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

that advanced in age, seemingly only in

him, four or five middle-aged men followed in suits

man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees on the ground, recognized him at a single

Mr. Chandler reflexively lowered his head and gazed in that direction. As soon as he made out the man kneeling on

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