Chapter 1332
Mike was dazed as he watched blood stream down his arm. "Tyler Hart... How dare you shoot me?!"
Tyler stared at him coldly, determined to eliminate him for trying to kill Vicky and take her from him. No one who
tried to take Vicky away had the right to live.
With that thought in mind, Tyler pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Despite his age, Mike's agility was still remarkable.
The moment Tyler pulled the trigger, he swiftly dodged the bullet. However, Tyler aimed his gun at Mike again and
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"Tyler!" Old Mister Hart shouted, trying to stop him.
However, Tyler seemed oblivious to his words and pointed the gun at Mike's heart, preparing to fire another shot.
"Tyler, don't!" Vicky shouted and pushed his arm.
The shot veered off course and landed at Mike's feet.
Facing Tyler's chilling intent to kill, Mike, weakened by his previous injury, had little chance to evade. As death
loomed over him, a distressed voice halted Tyler's hand.
"Tyler, that's enough."
He turned to see Vicky, who looked anxious and alarmed.
She shook her head at him. "Tyler, enough."
"He was going to kill you," Tyler muttered.
"I'm fine now." Vicky's voice quivered slightly.
"It would be too late for me to do anything if I wait until you're 'not fine'," interjected Tyler sternly.
Vicky remained silent for a few seconds, then walked slowly toward Tyler. "Tyler, I don't want to stay here. Let's go
back."
"We can go back," Tyler replied, glancing at Mike murderously. "But let's settle this score first."
Vicky paled. "Tyler..."
Just then, Old Mister Hart's voice broke in. "Are you planning to kill in front of Vicky?"
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He leaned on his dragon-headed cane, striking the ground forcefully. His face was contorted with anger, his chest
heaving.
This birthday celebration had not only seen gunfire but also spilled blood. Worse still, it happened between
members of the Hart family. The fact that Old Mister Hart did not faint on the spot showed his remarkably strong
mental fortitude.
Hearing Old Mister Hart's words, Tyler's brow furrowed. He lowered his gaze to Vicky, noticing how she was
trembling in fear.
The coldness in Tyler's eyes subsided as he realized that
Old Mister Hart was right; he should not kill in front of Vicky.
Tyler lowered the gun and gently held Vicky's hand. "Let's go.