The Legendary Man

Chapter 141

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!

swept a blithe gaze

his words fell, he moved

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

the muzzle was already pointed at his

a gun before me?” The black gun spun several times in Jonathan’s

hands are stained with the blood of innumerable lives! Is he sick of living that he dared to whip out a gun in

there jolted back to reality, but they all couldn’t quite believe their

was unmistakably in Old Mr. York’s hand the previous second. How did it end up in his hand in 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 still underestimated you. I’ve always

intently, he demanded, “Well? Who exactly are you? And

think you are?” Upon hearing that,

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

 

made no sense that someone of his caliber would get into a conflict with his

a rich playboy, so how could he possibly offend a professional assassin like him? The only possibility

Jonathan reminded, “I’ve long since warned you not to butt into

his words, a click sounded as he cocked the

He was still scheming inwardly with disdain written clear

was just my grandson having offended you, I’m willing to apologize on his behalf. Feel free to propose

he chose

still chose the former at the end

I get to live, I wouldn’t even hesitate if he wants me to fall

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