Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1012: Help, There’s a Madman!

In the car.

Li Hanzhou glanced at the rearview mirror, his usually casual eyes instantly sharpening. He turned to look at Qiao Yun.

"My fiancée, there really are quite a few people after you."

Qiao Yun nodded honestly, "Mm, very many."

Li Hanzhou licked his lips and asked, "Do you regret exposing your identity now?"

Qiao Yun shook her head, giving Li Hanzhou a firm look. "I never regret anything."

Li Hanzhou chuckled and suddenly asked, "Ever raced cars before?"

"No." Qiao Yun paused and added, "I’ve raced planes."

"..." Li Hanzhou slammed on the gas. "Planes are out of the question right now, but cars are still on the table. Buckle up, I’ll take you on a ride."

With a loud roar.

The silver sports car sliced through the night like a whirlwind.

...

In the car tailing them clandestinely, the leader realized they’d been discovered and decisively stopped hiding. He ordered his subordinates, "Chase them."

"Yes!"

The subordinate pressed the gas pedal all the way down.

A vicious glint flashed in the leader’s eyes.

He knew all too well that now that they’d been spotted, the other side would surely call for reinforcements. They hadn’t brought many hands today to avoid detection, knowing they had to act swiftly. Speed was their only option.

He commanded, "Block them, grab her immediately afterward. Get the tranquilizer gun ready, then..."

Before the sentence finished, a car suddenly flew in from the side!

The kidnappers stared, mouths agape, utterly dumbfounded.

It really was flying!!!

What the hell!

Is this thing a car or a plane???

The incident was so unexpected that there wasn’t even time to brake.

They were about to crash and meet disgraceful deaths in a traffic accident when—bam!—the car screeched to a halt.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Kidnappers: !!!

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

The leader was the first to snap out of it and quickly looked ahead, only to be utterly stunned.

The reason their car had stopped was ... a person!!!

A bespectacled, tall, handsome man in a black suit was standing there with one hand pressed against the hood of their car.

Leader: ???

Dear God! What kind of supernatural nonsense is this!

Is this man a Super Saiyan?

How could he stop a car with one hand?

Unable to process reality, the leader smacked one of his underlings hard across the face. The underling yelped, clutching his cheek.

Leader: Alright, not a dream.

Just then, a head poked out of the window, grinning mischievously, "Second Brother, showing off again? That’s so flashy of you."

Han Er rolled his eyes at Han Si, then withdrew his hand. Upon closer inspection, his entire hand was encased in an exoskeleton device. Yet as soon as he retracted his hand, the exoskeleton folded back into a sleek metallic bracelet around his wrist.

He pulled a notebook out of his pocket, scribbling away.

Normal functionality...

Strength threshold still needs adjustment...

The kidnappers snapped out of their stupor and scrambled out of the car, faces brimming with menace.

The leader immediately recognized this gang before him.

These were the infamous lackeys hanging around today’s high-value target.

Initially wary, he now felt his guard drop as he sized up the five opposing ’tech nerds’ who looked worse for wear, all frail and unimposing.

He scoffed inwardly.

Just these featherweights—he could handle them solo.

The so-called ’chicks,’ the Han brothers, stepped out from their floating vehicle, now face-to-face with the kidnappers.

They cheerfully eyed their opponents, before collectively shaking their heads in perfect synchrony.

A look of disappointment written all over their faces.

The leader nearly burst out laughing from sheer disbelief. What gave these audacious fools the gall to look down on them?

Han Si crossed his arms, declared theatrically: "This mountain is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass, it’s not happening in this lifetime!"

Kidnappers: "..."

Deciding there was no point wasting words, the leader barked, "Grab them. Go!"

"Hah." Han Si darted behind Han San, lifting his arm dramatically. "Close the door—release Third Brother!"

Han San, adjusting his glasses, pulled something mysterious from his pocket and threw it forward.

Bang, bang, bang!

Before the kidnappers could react, a yellow haze engulfed their surroundings.

"What the hell is this!"

"I can’t see! Boss—where are you?"

"Ugh, the smell—disgusting!"

"I can’t... I’m going to puke!"

As the smog cleared, the kidnappers all turned an unnatural shade of green, with some even vomiting.

The leader glared through teary eyes at the Han brothers. "You... ugh... What have you done... Ugh..."

Han San smirked coldly, "That’s my latest invention—an inhalable laxative. Consider yourselves lucky; it was meant for Li Hanzhou."

Leader: "Inhalable laxative??"

As if to confirm his words, the next moment everyone’s stomachs began audibly rumbling.

"Oh no, I’m about to explode!"

Excruciating abdominal pain rendered them weak-kneed, with no fight left in them. All they could think of was finding the nearest escape route—to relieve themselves.

With a face strained and pulsing veins visible, the leader pulled a pistol from his jacket, trembling. "A man can die, but not be humiliated—I’ll kill you!"

Before he could fire, something green hurled toward him. By the time he realized, he was already tightly bound in that slimy, sticky mess.

No matter how hard he struggled, there was no escape—it clung like industrial glue.

"Think you’re big because you’ve got a gun? Guess what—I’ve got one too." Han Si held up a Gatling gun-themed water cannon. "How’s this? My ’Gross You to Death Gun’—powerful, eh?"

The leader’s face contorted in fury, muscles straining helplessly against his restraints. Not only couldn’t he break free; the binding tightened further, coupled with his stomach cramps pushing him to dumbfounding rage.

Han Da scoffed, dismissively: "One shot each—wrap them up."

"Got it!" Han Si gleefully sprayed each of the kidnappers, binding them in green goo within minutes.

The leader, recognizing defeat, attempted last-ditch threats laced with bargaining: "You think catching us is the end? Let me tell you—Qiao Yun is probably already caught by now!"

"Release us. I know others hunting for her. I’ll tell you their identities!"

The Han brothers showed zero interest.

Though they weren’t particularly fond of Li Hanzhou, anyone targeting Qiao Yun? Dead meat.

Seeing them unmoved, the leader barged on, "Don’t you even care about Qiao Yun’s safety?"

"Trash. Shut up!"

Han Si squirted his mouth shut with green goo.

Finally, blessed silence descended.

Kidnappers: "..."

What’s going on with these people?

First branded weaklings—now turned mad geniuses?

And why weren’t they remotely worried about Qiao Yun? Was it—

Soon, the newcomers learned why...

The leader stared helplessly at nearly a hundred similarly defeated fellow kidnappers, expressions varying from agony to sheer disbelief.

Another criminal, still in decently good shape, burst into manic laughter upon seeing new arrivals. "Hahaha, another one! Hahaha, bud who hired you—sit, let’s chat. Hahaha..."

The leader’s temple throbbed with rage: "Something amusing?"

"Haha—not by choice! Haha! That laughing gas they released...it’s called ’Laugh Until You’re Dead!’ Haha..."

"..."

"Lucky me! Over there—see the foreign muscle dude? He got the crying one. Cry Until Death. Haha..."

The leader turned toward a seven-foot macho man, openly bawling his eyes out. The sight was horrifying.

He glared in disbelief at the Han brothers: "...!!!"

Hey—police? Quick! Arrest these lunatics!!

...

Zhou You arrived with backup to witness the absurd spectacle: gagged kidnappers crying, laughing—reeking of something foul.

Though no stranger to chaos, even Zhou You froze in shock at this sight.

"What the—are they insane?" Zhou You stammered.

Han San calmly replied, "Poisoned. No big deal."

Zhou You: This is ’no big deal’??

Han San sighed, "Shame. All of it was intended for Li Hanzhou."

Zhou You: Officer, this regretful face—is that even okay?

Han San added, "Take them away."

"Oh, I’ll interrogate them thoroughly!"

Han San extended a handshake, "Thanks for your trouble."

"No trouble at all—it’s my duty to protect Qiao Yun." Zhou You reciprocated cautiously.

Han San grinned, "Don’t worry, my hands aren’t poisoned."

Zhou You froze mid-motion: Shake hands? Don’t shake hands? ...Nope—not risking it!

Today’s incident ensured rumors would swirl indefinitely. After this? No one dared stalk Qiao Yun!

...

Meanwhile, Li Hanzhou arrived at the destination with Qiao Yun, finally ending the chase.

Before exiting, Li Hanzhou spoke cryptically: "Qiao Professor, will you indulge me in a favor?"

"Sure?" Qiao Yun tilted her head, clear eyes sparkling.

Li Hanzhou’s lips curved up. "I’ve prepared a surprise for you."

"Alright." Qiao Yun obediently shut her eyes. Surprises were fun, after all.

With her eyes closed, Li Hanzhou stepped out, opened the passenger door, and gently took her hand, his eyes lingering on the matching rings their fingers bore. He chuckled softly as he helped her down.

"Don’t be scared, I’ll guide you."

Qiao Yun wasn’t afraid. She trusted him implicitly.

Her unwavering trust made the smile on Li Hanzhou’s face deepen. "No peeking."

Qiao Yun pouted slightly but dutifully kept her promise.

After what felt like an infinite stroll.

Li Hanzhou finally stopped and so did Qiao Yun, sensing him leaning closer.

"Qiaoqiao, open your eyes."

Qiao Yun’s eyelids fluttered before she slowly lifted them.