The Legendary Man novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 The Patriarch Of The York Family

That’s impossible!

Tavion didn’t believe that Jonathan could have some hidden identity.

I know him all too well! After the company went bankrupt back then, he owed a boatload of debts and was even hunted down by the loan sharks! If he really has some hidden identity, how could he possibly have been pursued for an entire year? Just look at him! He’s so broke that he can’t even afford to buy a set of decent clothes. Also, he has never even ridden in a Rolls-Royce. How could he be some anonymous big shot?

“Kid, it seems that I’ve underestimated you!” While everyone was still wondering about Jonathan’s hidden identity, Preston threw him an icy look and drawled, “I never thought that you’d have a few tricks up your sleeve that even the police chief doesn’t dare interfere in your affairs! But so what? Compared to the York family, you’re still no more than an ant!”

Rhett was a mere police chief, so he truly didn’t take him seriously.

Compared to the York family, what’s an inconsequential police chief?

“In my eyes, the York family is likewise no more than an ant!” Indifference was written all over Jonathan’s face.

Even the four prominent families in Jazona are merely bigger ants in my eyes, not to mention the lone York family!

When Preston saw that, disdain promptly marred his features. “Hah! I hope you can still say that when my grandfather arrives later instead of throwing yourself down before me on your knees and begging me to spare you! If that happens, I’ll be utterly disappointed in you!”

He could seemingly imagine the scene whereby the man would fall to his knees before him like a dog and beg him to spare him after his grandfather arrives in a while.

Regretfully, Jonathan didn’t even spare him a single glance.

He’s just an ant, so there’s no point in me wasting my breath!

As time ticked by, the entire private room was wholly silent.

Everyone was awaiting the arrival of the patriarch of the York family, for they seemingly felt that there was only one way things would end once the man arrived—Jonathan would die a gruesome death!

Truth be told, they were anticipating the show, so much so that they would insist on staying even if they were allowed to leave right then.

All of them were eager to see how Jonathan was going to meet his end later.

Would he end up with his limbs chopped off and fed to the fishes in the Goda River? Or would he be hanged from the roof of Empyrean Palace under the scorching sun for three days and nights before being buried in a hole somewhere?

Just as everything was still and silent in the private room, a bang suddenly split the air as the room door was kicked open from the outside.

On the heels of that, more than a dozen men in black suits stormed in.

Following behind them was an elderly man with gray hair in traditional attire.

He held a cane with a dragon head in his hand, and every step he took appeared exceedingly weak. It was as though he would keel over and die anytime.

Despite him looking so frail that he seemed to have a foot in the grave, no one there dared to underestimate him.