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!

Jonathan swept a

he moved at

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

snapped back to his senses, the muzzle

gun before me?” The black gun spun several times in Jonathan’s hand, but the muzzle

three years ago, I’ve been no stranger to heavy gunfire. What’s more, my hands are stained with the blood of innumerable lives!

same time, everyone there jolted back to reality, but they all couldn’t quite

unmistakably in Old Mr. York’s hand the previous second. How did it end up in his hand in the blink of an

defeat manifested on Hunter’s face at long last. “It seems that I’ve still underestimated

“Well? Who exactly are you? And why

that, Jonathan looked at him coldly. “You think too highly

because of me?” Hunter’s

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

a professional assassin like him? The only possibility is that this is a trap in the first place, one specially designed

reminded, “I’ve long since warned you not to butt into this matter, but you were too obstinate to heed my warning. Therefore, I’ve got no choice but to send you across

his words, a click sounded as he cocked the

Hunter’s expression abruptly changed. He was still scheming inwardly with disdain written clear on his

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

chose

and dying, he still chose the former at the end of

giving in? As long as I get to live, I wouldn’t even hesitate if he wants me to fall to my knees before him and apologize, let alone doing such an easy thing as caving