The Legendary Man

Chapter 141 Really Dare To Shoot

“Kill him, Grandpa!” Preston couldn’t help shouting as soon as he saw Hunter whipping out a gun.

He was gripped by the urge to snatch the gun away from his grandfather and shoot Jonathan dead.

Never had I suffered such humiliation ever since young! And the mortification is so great that I don’t think I’ll be appeased even if I shoot him ten times over!

“Kill him? Isn’t that too easy for him?” Hunter eyed Jonathan with a sneer and announced, “We should first break his legs before breaking his arms. Won’t it be even more tormenting for him to keep him in such agonizing pain that he wishes for death?”

“Yes! We should torture him! We must torture him to the point that death would be a mercy!” Preston’s features were contorted by cruelty.

Everyone there stared at Jonathan icily at that moment. It was as though he had already been sentenced to death in their eyes.

Tavion, especially, looked at him with a smirk playing on his lips. “Aren’t you skilled at fighting, Jonathan? Why are you not doing so anymore? Didn’t you even say that you wanted to kill me? Why have you stopped now?”

“As I said, you’re just an ant. As an ant, you’ve got to have the corresponding self-awareness!”

This time, Tavion was finally feeling invincible.

However, Hunter didn’t notice Rhett eyeing him at the side as though he was an idiot.

Well, he actually dared whip out a gun in front of Mr. Goldstein? Does he have a death wish? Or is he sick of living? Back then, I saw with my own eyes how the dozen or so police officers with guns in their hands were all soundly trounced by him. Even a dozen professional police officers weren’t his match, yet he wants to try when he already has a foot in the grave? He’s just asking for it!

in their eyes as they regarded him, Jonathan swept a blithe gaze over them all before stating, “If

he

a black figure flashing past before pain shot through his wrist. He couldn’t even see Jonathan’s movements clearly, but the

snapped back to his senses, the

gave you the guts to whip out a gun before me?” The black gun spun several times in Jonathan’s hand, but the muzzle never

heavy gunfire. What’s more, my hands are stained with the blood of innumerable lives! Is he sick of living that he dared to whip out a

same time, everyone there jolted back to reality, but they

How did it end up in his hand in the blink of an eye? How did

the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him, a trace of defeat manifested on Hunter’s face at long last. “It seems that I’ve

he demanded, “Well? Who exactly are you? And why did

you? Who do you think you are?” Upon hearing that, Jonathan looked at him coldly. “You think

not here because of me?” Hunter’s expression promptly

Jonathan was either a professional assassin or retired special forces. Otherwise, it made no sense that someone of

rich playboy, so how could he possibly offend a professional assassin like him? The only possibility is that this is a trap in the first place, one specially

into this matter, but you were too obstinate to heed my warning. Therefore, I’ve got no choice

a click sounded as he

He was still scheming inwardly with disdain written clear on

unresolvable conflict between us! If it was just my grandson having offended you, I’m willing to apologize on his behalf. Feel free to propose whatever stipulation you like, for I’ll agree to anything at

chose to

still chose the former at the end of

about giving in? As long as I get to live, I wouldn’t even hesitate if he wants me to fall to my knees before