The Legendary Man novel 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?

“Hah! What an ignorant fool!” Hunter snorted at that audacious statement. Regarding Jonathan as though the man would certainly die soon, he asserted, “Kid, I assure you that you’ll definitely die a horrific death!”

“You’re blathering too much!” By then, Jonathan was no 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 now!”

After saying that, he swept a placid glance over the three people kneeling on the ground—Hunter, Preston, and Tavion.

In the blink of an eye, their faces went ashen.

That went doubly 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 execution when he was the heir of the York family!

“I don’t want to die! Please don’t kill me! I beg you!” he abruptly shrieked at the top of his lungs.

“Shut up!” When his cry reverberated 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 if I even frown!”

As things had come to that, he no longer harbored any illusions. 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 haven’t spent! How could I die?”

The second he finished saying that, he prostrated himself before Jonathan on his knees and groveled without delay, “Please spare me, Mr. Goldstein! Just consider me a clown and let me go, won’t you?”

“Get up right this instance, you unfilial child!” Hunter was so livid when he saw him groveling that his eyes blazed scarlet. “The York family doesn’t have a spineless descendant like you!”

“I don’t need to have any spine! I just want to live!” Preston remained kneeling on the ground and continued begging for mercy.