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?

the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you that you’ll definitely die a horrific

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 your

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

blink of an eye, their

went doubly so for Preston. He had never thought that there would come a day when he was forced to his knees like a dog while awaiting his

to die! Please don’t kill me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the top

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 there to fear? Do your worse, kid!

Preston. When Preston heard his grandfather’s assertion, he instantly burst into tears

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

child!” Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed

want to live!”

“It’s too late. I gave

said that, he slowly raised the gun

his movement, unadulterated fear deluged him, and

than a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door out of

pushed open the

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

advanced in age, seemingly only

four or five middle-aged men

to death on his knees on the ground,

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

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