Chapter 141
The Legendary Man
Chapter 141 Really Dare To Shoot âKill him, Grandpa!â Preston couldnât help shouting as soon as he saw Hunter whipping out a gun.
He was gripped by the urge to snatch the gun away from his grandfather and shoot Jonathan dead.
Never had I suffered such humiliation ever since young! And the mortification is so great that I donât think Iâll be appeased even if I shoot him ten times over!
âKill him? Isnât that too easy for him?â Hunter eyed Jonathan with a sneer and announced, âWe should first break his legs before breaking his arms. Wonât it be even more tormenting for him to keep him in such agonizing pain that he wishes for death?â
âYes! We should torture him! We must torture him to the point that death would be a mercy!â Prestonâs features were contorted by cruelty.
Everyone there stared at Jonathan icily at that moment. It was as though he had already been sentenced to death in their eyes.
Tavion, especially, looked at him with a smirk playing on his lips. âArenât you skilled at fighting, Jonathan? Why are you not doing so anymore? Didnât you even say that you wanted to kill me? Why have you stopped now?â
âAs I said, youâre just an ant. As an ant, youâve got to have the corresponding self-awareness!â
This time, Tavion was finally feeling invincible.
However, Hunter didnât notice Rhett eyeing him at the side as though he was an idiot.
Well, he actually dared whip out a gun in front of Mr. Goldstein? Does he have a death wish? Or is he sick of living? Back then, I saw with my own eyes how the dozen or so police officers with guns in their hands were all soundly trounced by him. Even a dozen professional police officers werenât his match, yet he wants to try when he already has a foot in the grave? Heâs just asking for it!
âHave you all finished talking?â Despite the smug look in their eyes as they regarded him, Jonathan swept a blithe gaze over them all before stating, âIf so, you can go and meet your maker!â
When his words fell, he moved at lightning speed.
Hunter merely saw a black figure flashing past before pain shot through his wrist. He couldnât even see Jonathanâs movements clearly, but the gun in his hand had already ended up in the manâs hand instead.
When he snapped back to his senses, the muzzle was already pointed at his head.
âWho gave you the guts to whip out a gun before me?â The black gun spun several times in Jonathanâs hand, but the muzzle never left Hunterâs head.
From the very day I accidentally broke into the military camp three years ago, Iâve been no stranger to heavy gunfire. Whatâs more, my hands are stained with the blood of innumerable lives! Is he sick of living that he dared to whip out a gun in front of me?
At almost the same time, everyone there jolted back to reality, but they all couldnât quite believe their eyes.
The gun was unmistakably in Old Mr. Yorkâs hand the previous second. How did it end up in his hand in the blink of an eye? How did he do that?
When the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him, a trace of defeat manifested on Hunterâs face at long last. âIt seems that Iâve still underestimated you. Iâve always thought that youâre just a snot-nosed kid whoâs ignorant and arrogant, but it looks like I was wrong.â
Studying Jonathan intently, he demanded, âWell? Who exactly are you? And why did you lure me here today?â
âLure you? Who do you think you are?â Upon hearing that, Jonathan looked at him coldly. âYou think too highly of yourself!â
âAre you not here because of me?â Hunterâs expression promptly changed.
In his opinion, Jonathan was either a professional assassin or retired special forces. Otherwise, it made no sense that someone of his caliber would get into a conflict with his grandson.
I know my own grandson all too well! Heâs just a rich playboy, so how could he possibly offend a professional assassin like him? The only possibility is that this is a trap in the first place, one specially designed for me!
âAs Iâve said, you think too highly of yourself!â Glancing at him airily, Jonathan reminded, âIâve long since warned you not to butt into this matter, but you were too obstinate to heed my warning.
Therefore, Iâve got no choice but to send you across the great divide!â
Following his words, a click sounded as he cocked the gun.
A second before he was going to pull the trigger, Hunterâs expression abruptly changed. He was still scheming inwardly with disdain written clear on his face earlier, but a flicker of fear flashed across his eyes right then.
âWait! Since youâre not here because of me, thereâs no unresolvable conflict between us! If it was just my grandson having offended you, Iâm willing to apologize on his behalf. Feel free to propose whatever stipulation you like, for Iâll agree to anything at all!â
Ultimately, he chose to give in.
Given the choice between giving in and dying, he still chose the former at the end of the day.
Whatâs embarrassing about giving in? As long as I get to live, I wouldnât even hesitate if he wants me to fall to my knees before him and apologize, let alone doing such an easy thing as caving to him!
âYouâll agree to whatever stipulation I propose?â Hearing that, Jonathan eyed him impassively and drawled, âWhat if my stipulation is to have the two of you depart this life?â
âAre you making a fool of me?â At once, Hunterâs expression darkened and became frightfully grim.
âYouâd better stop while youâre ahead, kid! If you kill me, you wonât get anything. Instead, youâll even be hunted by the York family! Considering the York familyâs influence, Iâm afraid you wonât be able to leave Jazona alive after killing me!â
âAh, really? Then, Iâd truly like to see whether I can leave Jazona alive after killing you!â Right after saying that, Jonathan didnât bother yakking with him anymore. He pulled the trigger in short order. A bang pierced the air, upon which a golden bullet shot out at lightning speed.
It went right through Hunterâs right leg.
As excruciating pain assailed his right leg, Hunter dropped to his knees before Jonathan.
That scene instantly struck stark fear into everyone there that the color drained from their faces.
Tavionâs secretary, especially, went as pale as a sheet.
I never thought that heâd actually dare to fire a shot! Thatâs the patriarch of the York family, one of the four prominent families! Yet, he dared to shoot him? Does he really have a death wish?
âGrandpa!â Preston cried out frantically when he heard the gun going off, jolting in fright.
Nonetheless, he didnât dare take a step forward. In fact, he didnât even dare twitch a single muscle.
âYou really dare to shoot me, kid?â
Hunterâs eyes bore into Jonathan, his gaze carrying a murderous intent that bordered on fanatical.
âDid you think I was joking with you?â Jonathan threw him a chilly glance and declared, âDidnât you say earlier that you wanted to break my legs first before breaking my arm? In that case, Iâll return it to you in the same manner!â
After he had said that, he pulled the trigger again. Another bang rang out, and the bullet went through the manâs other leg.