Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 407 Whose little one is so smart?

"That's right, we will never release the person."

If you've got the guts, pull the trigger now.

"At worst, we'll drag Madam Si down with us!"

Qin Shi's voice was as deep as ice, but then his tone suddenly changed.

Siqin is Sichu's Achilles' heel.

"Without Madam Si's help, your dream of becoming the 'future governor' is likely to be shattered completely."

Si Chu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned ashen. He had not expected that Qin Shi could see through his hidden concerns so clearly.

To outsiders, Si Chu was only one step away from becoming the governor of the continent, but only he knew that this step was harder than climbing to the heavens.

The governor holds the most important military power, and the group of veterans around him are his old subordinates who have risked their lives for him and are loyal to him. He is not someone he can shake.

Not to mention Si Chu's background, which is no secret in the Si family. Without Si Qin as his mother, he would be unable to hold his head high. He also carries the blood of an outsider and is criticized everywhere.

He wanted to secure his position as governor, and the Si family's support was his only springboard. Si Qin was the most crucial bargaining chip he held in his hands, and he could not afford to lose her in the slightest.

His face was so dark it could drip water, and the air pressure around him was extremely low. He glanced coldly at Yan Feng.

"Yan Lan! Release the madam immediately!"

Seeing that the situation had reached its limit and that further delay might lead to someone's death, Yan Feng was about to step forward to stop them, but his wrist was tightly gripped by Madam Yan beside him.

"I forbid you to go!"

Madam Yan's voice was filled with anger, and her eyes were red with rage. Ever since she learned that she was just Siqin's "backup plan", the resentment of being replaced had been burning in her heart. How could she possibly let Yan Feng go to save Siqin?

The two groups were on the verge of exchanging blows; the air seemed to freeze, and even breathing carried the scent of swords.

In the dead silence, a sharp, loud roar of an electric motor suddenly erupted!

The sound was urgent and crisp, like a whistling arrow shooting out of nowhere. Before anyone could react, a camouflage remote-controlled car sped in, skimming the ground. The "sizzling" sound of its wheels rolling over the tiles was particularly jarring. It was incredibly agile, weaving through the crowd and heading straight for Si Chu!

Si Chu was startled. How did a toy car suddenly appear?

He instinctively tried to dodge, but the car was going too fast and slammed into the back of his knee with a loud thud, the force of which was surprisingly heavy!

Si Chu's legs went weak, and she staggered. She barely managed to stay upright by bracing herself on the edge of the table. The surprise in her eyes instantly turned into a wave of anger.

"You damned thing!" he roared, bending down to grab the car and holding it tightly.

He wanted to see what was wrong with the car; an unexpected turn of events had occurred.

With a crisp "bang," a small hole suddenly popped open on the top of the car, and a cloud of white powder sprayed out like a fog bomb, heading straight for his mouth and nose!

Caught off guard, Si Chu felt a pungent odor enter his throat, and he immediately coughed violently, his face turning red and his vision blurring.

In just two seconds, he felt extremely dizzy, his body felt like it was filled with lead, and he crashed heavily to the ground headfirst, completely motionless.

The surrounding bodyguards gasped in alarm, creating chaos.

Yan Lan's pupils contracted slightly as her gaze fell on the overturned remote-controlled car, which was clearly Chaochao's most treasured toy car!

"go!"

Qin Shi reacted quickly, grabbing Siqin's arm and simultaneously reaching out to hold Yan Lan's wrist, gently pinching it with his fingertips.

Yan Lan understood immediately, grabbed him tightly with one hand and gripped Siqin's shoulder firmly with the other. The two of them supported her from both sides and quickly retreated outside.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, the remote-controlled car suddenly flipped up with a "whoosh," circled around to a spot half a meter in front of the three of them, paused for two seconds as if waiting for them, and then nimbly darted forward, deliberately choosing the passages with fewer bodyguards, clearly leading the way.

Qin Shi frowned even more deeply, following the car as he asked Yan Lan in a low voice, "What's wrong with this car? Can it find its own way?"

Yan Lan's eyes followed the car in front, her tone certain: "It's Chaochao's car, just follow it."

"Watch your back!" As they retreated to the corner of the corridor, Yan Lan suddenly tugged at Qin Shi's wrist, glancing sideways behind her.

A bodyguard was trying to take a detour to flank them.

Qin Shi immediately stepped aside to protect her and Siqin to the side. When he glanced at the bodyguard, his eyes were so cold they could freeze a person. The bodyguard stopped in his tracks and didn't dare to move again.

The two protected each other and followed the remote-controlled car, avoiding patrolling bodyguards and blind spots in the surveillance cameras, and soon approached the exit without much trouble.

Qin Shi's puzzlement deepened: How could this little toy car know more about the layout of the prefecture than a bodyguard who was familiar with the place?

It wasn't until they left the prefecture and saw a black sedan parked in the distance, with the door slamming open and two small figures jumping out, that Qin Shi's doubts were resolved.

"Dad! Mom!" Xiaoxi's voice was both anxious and joyful, tears streaming down her face as she threw herself into his arms.

Following behind Xiaoxi, Chaochao was tightly clutching a palm-sized remote control in her hand, her fingertips gently pressing the buttons.

The remote-controlled car leading the way stopped right next to Chaochao's feet with a "whoosh".

Qin Shi looked at the remote control in Chaochao's hand, and then at the kid in front of him.

With a pale face and a thin frame, she always seemed sickly. This frail little patient could actually modify a remote-controlled car into a "helper" carrying sedatives, and could even precisely control the car to lead the way.

This little guy is very skillful with his hands, and his mind is even more surprisingly quick.

I wonder who the father of this child is, that he could have given birth to such a clever and mischievous child?

Qin Shi was surprised, but also a little envious and jealous. He reached out and rubbed Chaochao's head without saying anything, but his eyes showed a complicated look.

"What have you done to my son!" Siqin finally came to her senses, and thinking of the unconscious Si Chu, she was both angry and anxious.

"Don't worry, your son won't die."

Yan Lan spoke casually, her gaze sweeping over the remaining powder.

She had already recognized it as a potent sedative, but it wouldn't be life-threatening. "Go back and wait an hour, and he'll wake up on his own."

She glanced at Chaochao with a puzzled look. The little guy immediately hid the remote control behind his back, his head lowered, and the tips of his ears turned bright red. His guilty look confirmed that he was the one who did it all.

"Madam Si, we'll meet again sometime after today's events."

Yan Lan said no more, pushed Si Qin in front of the bodyguards who had rushed over, turned around and took Chao Chao's hand, then took Xiao Xi from Qin Shi's arms, and the family of four quickly got into the car.

The moment the car door closed, Qin Shi remembered something, looked at Yan Lan, and gently rubbed her wrist, which had been gripped red, with his fingertips: "You're just leaving like that? You haven't even asked about the prescription you were so desperate to get."

Yan Lan looked at her hands, her face slightly flushed.

"Let the children go home first."

She can't get the prescription back today; she'll have to think of another way.