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,

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

the three people kneeling on

of an

forced to his

don’t kill me! I beg

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!

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

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

when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet.

don’t need to have any spine! I just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground and continued begging for

shook his head. “It’s too late. I

slowly raised the gun

deluged him, and he shook like a leaf. “No! Don’t

had he said that than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door

after, someone unexpectedly pushed open

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

in age, seemingly only in

or five middle-aged men

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

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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