Super Mommy and Her Triplets

His move scared the daylights out of the other top executives.

Among the blood mist, everyone leaped from their seats, their expressions a mix of shock and awe as they gazed at Tucker, their bodies quivering with fear.

They knew this young man was ruthless as he had even put his own father under house arrest.

However, they had no idea he was cruel enough to kill his own family members.

If this lunatic remained at the helm of the Hoffman family, it was highly probable that within three years, their once-prosperous family would be utterly decimated by his actions.

Quincy pointed a trembling finger at Tucker. Unable to contain his anger, he exclaimed, “Tucker, this is out of line! He's your uncle. How could you commit such an outrageous act...”

Before he could finish speaking, Tucker directly aimed the muzzle at him.

“Make one more sound, and I'll silence you for good.”

Quincy had lived for a long time, but he was still afraid when a gun is pointed at his forehead.

The moment Tucker placed his finger on the trigger, fear washed over Quincy, causing his legs to buckle. He slumped back into the chair.

Seeing the most authoritative elder of the family cower, the rest of them returned to their seats, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Tucker blew on the smoking gun barrel, his voice cool and detached. “Since you're all here, so let's make your positions clear. Are you going to continue supporting me, or switch sides to that illegitimate child, Archie? Think it through carefully, okay? I'm holding a gun. If you lose your lives due to a poor decision, it would be a needless death.”

It was an evident threat.

Alas, they were helpless against him.

This lunatic has lost all reason, adopting an attitude of “those who follow me shall prosper, and those who oppose me shall perish.”

They understood clearly if they dared to voice support for Archie, they would get shot in the head.

“Tucker, we didn't want to betray you, but Archie has evidence of our crimes in his hands. If we don't heed his words, those things will end up on the police chief's desk. Can you assure our safety then?”

Tucker spread his hands in a rather annoying manner, saying, “I may not be able to protect you, but even so, you can't betray me.”

His stance was quite straightforward—either pledge loyalty to him or die right now.

There was no surviving after betraying him.

Seeing him act so shamelessly, the senior executives became upset yet again.

“Tucker, you can't even protect us, yet you expect us to risk our lives for you? Where on earth would you find such a good deal? Indeed, our situation is dire right now. If you keep pushing us, beware, we might just go all out and risk our lives to take you down.”

With a smirk on his face, Tucker aimed his gun at the agitated executives, saying, “I almost feel sorry for you after hearing that. Well, if you lead a tough life, why don't I send you to heaven in advance?”

The higher-ups were taken aback.

It seemed as though they could already see the Grim Reaper beckoning them.

“No, you can't kill us. We are the core members of the family. If we die, the entire family will plunge into chaos.”

“Yes, please don't kill us.”

Suddenly, Tucker burst into a sinister laugh.

“Let chaos reign then. You've all pushed me to the brink. Should I even care about the survival of my family anymore?”

Having said that, he abruptly lowered his index finger, ready to pull the trigger.

Right then, a peal of light laughter suddenly came from outside the door. “Tucker, I brought a few women over. Why don't you go and have a good time with them to cool off?”

The moment Tucker saw Archie appear, a surge of murderous intent flooded his entire being.

“It's you, Archie, you illegitimate child. You've silently gathered evidence of the crimes committed by all the key members of the family, forcing them to submit. I truly regret not killing you when I had the chance. I set a tiger free, only for you to strike back when I least expected it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly lifted his arm, aiming the gun directly at Archie who had just walked in.

Archie showed no signs of fear, and his smile remained.

“We're brothers, after all. Let's not resort to violence at every turn. You spared my life before, and today, I'll spare yours. That's what we call karma.”

The fury within Tucker intensified as he roared at Archie, “Stop pretending to be brothers with me in front of me. You're not worthy.”

After he finished speaking, he burst into hearty laughter, taunting, “Now that my gun is pointed at your forehead, what right do you have to beg for your life? Since you've come knocking on death's door, I'll oblige you. You're nothing but an illegitimate child, a b*stard. Go to hell.”

After he finished speaking, he abruptly pulled the trigger.

The expected gunshot never came as the gun was not fully loaded in the first place.

Something was amiss. This firearm had a capacity for twenty bullets, and Tucker had only discharged one round. There was no plausible way all the bullets had been expended.

“Connor, what's going on? Didn't I just ask you to load it fully? Why—”

Tucker's words came to an abrupt halt, as his bodyguard, Connor, suddenly pulled out a weapon from his waist and pressed it against Tucker's head.

“Mr. Tucker, I'm sorry, I had no other choice.”