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?

that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted,

listen to those feeble threats. “What other tricks do you still

swept a placid glance over the three people kneeling on the

blink of an

Preston. He had never thought that there would come a day when he was forced to his

me! I beg you!” he

in the room, Hunter’s head snapped 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! I’m a chicken

Alas, his fear 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! There are tons of women I haven’t slept with and a boatload of money I

saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare

he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed

any spine! I just want to live!” Preston

late. I gave you an opportunity, but you didn’t appreciate

raised the

 

and he shook like a leaf. “No! Don’t

than a flurry of loud footsteps

pushed open the door

utterly disgraceful!” As the voice rang out, a middle-aged man in traditional attire

that advanced in age, seemingly

or five middle-aged

the middle-aged man stepped in, Hunter, who had resigned himself to death on his knees on

that direction. As soon as

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