Hidden identities of the AI Heiress
Chapter 611 - Chapter 611 Chapter 611 Leave These Dirty Tasks to Me

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Leave These Dirty Tasks to Me Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Leave These Dirty Tasks to Me The woman didn’t like Qiao Yun from the first glance.

She couldn’t quite say why.

It might have been the typical jealousy women feel toward each other.

Qiao Yun had been so exceptional at such a young age, while she had been adopted and trained to be an assassin from childhood.

Why should Qiao Yun, being a woman as well, live a better life than hers?

Moreover, given that Qiao Yun had irritated her several times before, it only fueled the woman’s desire to kill her.

Anyway, she had already been captured, and there certainly was no good ending waiting.

If she could kill the renowned Professor Qiao here, she wouldn’t have lived in vain.

The woman’s lips slightly curled up, and without a hint of hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

A “bang!” was the sound of the bullet being discharged.

Li Hanzhou just happened to turn around, spotted the woman’s action, his pupils constricted, and without thinking, he instinctively pulled Qiao Yun into his arms.

“Boss!!!”

Pei Ya screamed in shock.

This scene happened in just a fraction of a second, leaving no time for reaction.

Qiao Yun actually sensed this malice, but the person who reacted faster than her was Qiao Xun, who was conveniently not far from the woman.

Qiao Xun thought of nothing else but not letting Qiaoqiao get hurt.

Only a muffled grunt was heard.

When everyone realized what was happening, Qiao Xun had already positioned himself in front of Qiao Yun.

The bullet instantly penetrated his body, bringing out a gush of bright red blood.

Qiao Yun’s pupils tightened enormously, a tide of helplessness enveloping her, accompanied by the sounds of Pei Ya’s panic and Li Hanzhou’s concerned inquiries.

But she just stared blankly at Qiao Xun, at his blood-soaked chest, her mind completely blank.

It seemed like she was back to the time when Lu Zhanxing had an accident, and they told her that Lu Zhanxing was in mortal danger.

At that time, she felt just as helpless.

After a while, as if afraid to disturb Qiao Xun, Qiao Yun carefully spoke, “Little Uncle…”

Qiao Xun’s body swayed, yet he clenched his teeth and endured, showing no pain. His shaky voice, trying to be nonchalant, comforted her, “Qiaoqiao, don’t be scared, Little Uncle is okay… Don’t be sad, just, now it’s your turn to take Little One home…”

Qiao Yun did not realize her hands were trembling.

‘Little One, you shouldn’t have run off, now you’re lost…’

‘Why are you so weak, come on, I’ll carry you…’

‘Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you home…’

“Little Uncle, are you okay?” Pei Ya steadied Qiao Xun in a panic.

Qiao Xun held on with his last breath, “I’m fine, let’s go.”

The sound of explosions was getting closer.

The small hand in Li Hanzhou’s palm was a bit cold; he tightened his grip slightly.

Then he looked at the woman who had fired the gun, his gaze incredibly icy.

Before he could act, Qiao Yun had already taken the initiative, grabbing the gun from Zhou You’s hand.

Bang, bang, she shot the woman twice.

Both bullets hit her legs.

The woman screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground.

Pei Ya was shocked by such a Qiao Yun, momentarily forgetting to intervene, and watched as Qiao Yun approached the woman.

The woman looked up in terror, “You want to kill me? You can’t kill me, you’re Professor Qiao, how will people outside view you if you commit murder?”

Qiao Yun didn’t say a word, staring at the woman as if she were looking at a dead object.

Then she lifted her foot.

She stepped on the hand that the woman had used to fire the gun.

She pressed down hard, crushing it viciously as if to grind the woman’s hand to pieces!

It seemed that only by doing so could she vent the frustration inside her.

The woman was restrained by Qiao Yun’s bodyguard, unable to resist as Qiao Yun took action.

At that moment, she finally felt fear.

“Professor Qiao, I was wrong, please let me go…”

Qiao Yun still looked at her coldly, her face devoid of any expression as she raised the gun in her hand.

“Boss, no!” Pei Ya quickly intervened.

“Qiaoqiao, no, I’m fine, your uncle is fine.”

Qiao Xun’s lips turned white; he knew he couldn’t fall now, or Qiaoqiao might do something he couldn’t control.

Qiao Yun hesitated slightly in her movements, tilting her head to look, her eyes cold and distant as if covered with a layer of ice.

Seeing Qiao Xun’s worried gaze, her eyes shifted slightly.

The uncle was still alive.

Not dead.

Pei Ya felt a hint of fear looking at the coldness in Qiao Yun’s eyes.

Li Hanzhou felt a pain in his chest as he walked up, grasped Qiao Yun’s hand, and gently coaxed her, “Sweetheart, give me the gun.”

Qiao Yun looked up at Li Hanzhou, her face still emotionless.

But Li Hanzhou looked pained, his chest tightening slightly as if he saw helplessness in her eyes, a lack of knowing what to do.

She wanted to retaliate for Qiao Xun, but she knew it was wrong, against her principles.

Li Hanzhou slowly pried open Qiao Yun’s fingers, taking the gun from her hand, “Leave these dirty tasks to me.”

With that said.

Two bangs.

The woman’s hand was shot through.

Qiao Yun’s eyes moved slightly, her sanity gradually returning; she pursed her lips and in a hoarse voice thanked Li Hanzhou, “Thank you…”

Pei Ya suddenly seemed to lose all his strength, his gaze towards Li Hanzhou full of gratitude.

Just then, there was another explosion, origin unknown.

Li Hanzhou could not worry about anything else; he scooped up Qiao Yun and hurried outside, “Let’s get out of here first.”

Qiao Yun was suddenly lifted up, and she was completely dumbfounded, her expression blank.

She had been princess carried!!!

“Don’t leave me behind!” Li Nanfeng’s hoarse voice came from behind; injured, he could only crawl slowly.

“Take me with you! Take me with you!”

Panic spread from deep within, making his entire body tremble in fear.

Just then, a pair of shoes appeared before his eyes.

He looked up, his eyes almost splitting.

Zhou You coldly snorted, “Of course, I’ll take you. To die here would be letting you off too easily.”

Li Nanfeng’s trail surely led to a large illegal trading chain; how could these people be eradicated if he died?

The fire soared into the sky, the explosion swallowing everything.

On the private plane, Pei Ya looked down from the window and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, his heart lingering with fear, “That was crazy, good thing we ran fast.”

Qiao Yun was kneeling in front of Qiao Xun, commanding him, “Don’t fall asleep.”

“Okay, uncle won’t sleep,” Qiao Xun said, his voice trembling.

Li Hanzhou was attending to his wounds, his brows and eyes stern.

Watching him made Qiao Yun’s heart pound rapidly.

Qiao Xun felt cold, yet he managed to smile, “Qiaoqiao, are we going home?”

Qiao Yun replied softly, “Yes, going home.”

Qiao Xun’s vision was foggy; he listened to the explosions around him, his lips curling slightly, “I did it, right? Yunzhi will surely praise me.”

Qiao Yun didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded, “I praise you too.”

Qiao Xun kept his eyes open, his gaze empty, as if he saw that lively, cheerful girl again; his face lifted into a smile.

“I see her now, she has come for me, I have so much I want to tell her…”