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?

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

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 your maker

a placid glance over the three people kneeling

of an eye, their faces

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

beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the top of

the York family aren’t as

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 young!

and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me a clown and let me go, won’t

when he saw him groveling that his eyes

want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on

shook his head. “It’s too late. I gave you an opportunity,

slowly raised the gun in his

 

deluged him, and he shook like

a flurry of loud footsteps sounded outside the private room door

open the

As the voice rang

seem all that advanced in age, seemingly only in his

five middle-aged men followed in suits

had resigned himself to death on his knees on the ground, recognized him

head and gazed in that direction. As soon as he made out the

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