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?

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

much!” By 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, I’ll send you to meet

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

of an eye, their faces

day when he was forced to his

beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the top

Hunter’s head snapped back, and he glared at him hotly. “The descendants of the York family

that, he 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 to die, Grandpa! I’m still

without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me a clown and let me go,

when he saw him

just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the

head. “It’s too late. I gave you

he slowly raised

unadulterated fear deluged him, and he

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

open

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

in age, seemingly only in

him, four or five middle-aged men followed

himself to death on his knees on the ground, recognized

direction. As soon as he made

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