The Legendary Man novel Chapter 403

The Legendary Man Chapter 403

Do You Believe The News

“Is he really dead?”

Anson doubted what Samuel had said and took it to be utter nonsense.

“You think I’m lying?” Samuel snickered and added coldly, “Would I lie to a useless jerk with no arms and legs?”

“You…”

His words sent Anson into an uncontrollable tremble.

“Here’s a Hallsbay Bank check for ten million!” Samuel flicked the check at Anson’s face. “This amount should be enough for you to indulge in women for the rest of your life. Leave before daybreak tomorrow. I have no wish to see you in Gronga ever again.”

“Ten million?” Anson’s face darkened upon hearing that amount. “Are you taking me for a beggar? One hundred million and not a cent less, or I’ll not leave Gronga.”

“Money is useless if you can’t live to spend it. I take it that you understand this rationale,” said Samuel coldly. “What do you say if I get someone to kill you the moment you step out of Gronga? By then, you won’t even have a million, let alone one hundred million.”

A threat! A blatant threat!

When Anson heard that, his face turned purple with rage. “Where’s our father?”

“He doesn’t wish to see you,” replied Samuel in a chilly tone. “You are the greatest humiliation in his life—a son who’s a squanderer and philanderer and who has allowed his excesses to reduce him to a pile of garbage. He is very disappointed in you.”

“That’s not possible!”

Anson added in disbelief, “I’m his flesh and blood. How can he not want to see me?”

“You’re free to believe whatever you want to.” Samuel could not be bothered to waste more time with him. “But come tomorrow morning, if I find that you are still in Gronga, you can go to hell and meet the mainland guy.”

So saying, Samuel stood up and left.

At the very moment when he was about to open the door, the door to the ward slid open silently.

“Both of you are not going anywhere!” A voice rang out from outside the door.

Soon after, a young man in his twenties strode into the room.

“Who are you?” uttered Samuel as he moved to draw his gun. Before he could do anything, Anson screamed from his sick bed, “It’s you! You’re not dead?”

“Of course, I’m not!” replied Jonathan with a faint smile as he walked into the room.

“So, you are that mainland guy.” Samuel stared intently at Jonathan. “It’s not possible. The room was blown to smithereens, and not a single soul survived. How can you still be alive?”

“Do you believe everything on the news?” sniggered Jonathan as he casually closed the room door.

“F*ck the bl**dy news!” cursed the enraged Samuel.

He had totally lost his cool. “Since the explosion did not kill you, I’ll make sure I do!”

Samuel immediately drew his gun and fired, all in one breath.

He would not waste time with the dead. This guy deserves to die, and it makes no difference whether it is sooner or later. Regardless, he must die at all costs.

Bang! The loud gunshot rang out, and a golden bullet flew straight toward Jonathan’s head. At the same time as Samuel fired his gun, Jonathan shifted his stance in the blink of an eye and managed to dodge the bullet.

“How is that possible?” Samuel stared wide-eyed in utter incredulity.

He just turned aside and dodged the bullet? This is what happens in films! How could it happen in reality?

“Nothing is impossible for me,” said Jonathan as he walked up to him.

Samuel was ready to fire again, but there was no way that Jonathan was going to let that happen.

Suddenly, Jonathan hastened forward and, with a flick of his wrist, grabbed hold of Samuel’s right hand. As he exerted his full force on it, Samuel’s wrist broke with a loud crack.

Immediately, the gun fell out of his hand and into Jonathan’s.