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"You've mistaken me for someone else."

Wu Shaohan's footsteps faltered for a moment before he continued to his shooting position without expression.

"No, I can't be mistaken, it was you who earned the title of Sharpshooter in the Bangladeshi shooting competition."

The brawny man with the goddess tattoo on his neck paused, but quickly followed.

"You are mistaken, I've never participated in any shooting competition."

Wu Shaohan stood at his shooting position, removed the magazine from his rifle, and began loading the bullets.

"Click, click, click..." Each bullet made a clicking sound as it was inserted into the magazine.

"Hahaha! Loading with the left hand! Only the Huaxia Sharpshooter Wu Hua has that habit."

Grief grabbed Wu Shaohan's hand as if he had discovered something very exciting.

Wu Shaohan's hand shook, and the bullet he was holding failed to enter the magazine, falling to the ground instead.

All eyes present focused on him, but no one except for Gu Yu and the coach knew what was happening, and they thought there was a conflict between the two men.

"What's wrong?"

"Is this person here to cause trouble?"

Old Dai and Lin Xinyue promptly stepped forward to help Wu Shaohan.

Wu Shaohan quickly raised his hand to stop the eager crowd and bent down to pick up the bullet from the ground.

"The Huaxia man you know, Wu Hua, he's dead, I hope you can forget him."

Wu Shaohan told Grief in Bangladeshi.

Unknown to them, every word was heard clearly by Gu Yu.

Gu Yu looked astonished, he had suspected that Wu Shaohan's past wasn't as simple as he claimed, but he never expected another layer of identity.

If he hadn't understood Bangladeshi, he might have continued to be kept in the dark.

But even now that he knew, he wouldn't expose Wu Shaohan. Since Wu Shaohan spoke in Bangladeshi, it was clear he didn't want them to know.

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"Enough, it's all in the past!"

Grief wanted to say more, but Wu Shaohan interrupted him.

Wu Shaohan furrowed his brows, his face became very unpleasant, and he glanced nervously at Gu Yu and the others.

Luckily, they all looked confused, wondering why he suddenly got angry.

On the other hand, Gu Yu seemed very calm until his gaze passed over him, prompting Gu Yu to cough and appear confused as well.

Wu Shaohan couldn't help but think that Gu Yu seemed to understand his conversation with Grief. But it seemed impossible—how could someone understand Bangladeshi so easily yet not speak a word of it? Moreover, Gu Yu's previous behavior clearly showed he didn't understand Bangladeshi at all.

It must be that he's gotten used to this foreign language environment... That's why he's so composed. Wu Shaohan could only think that way.

"Wu Hua, many people are searching for you, hoping to challenge your marksmanship, myself included."

Grief clearly wasn't ready to let Wu Shaohan off the hook and, lifting his assault rifle, he invited Wu Shaohan to a challenge.

"I don't want to compete with you, I just told you, Wu Hua is dead, there is no Sharpshooter from Huaxia anymore."

Wu Shaohan still refused without hesitation.

"Just once, whether I lose or I win, I will leave this place and tell everyone that Wu Hua is dead."

Grief was persistent, competing against the shooting range champion had always been his wish.

Otherwise, he would not have remembered Wu Hua, also known as Wu Shaohan, so clearly.

"..." Hearing his words, Wu Shaohan fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.

Grief in front of him looked somewhat aged, but Wu Shaohan could tell from his eyes that he was probably no more than 22 years old.

Perhaps it was the harsh living conditions, but people here generally appeared older than their actual age.

He knew that if he didn't agree to Grief, Grief wouldn't leave on his own.

"I want to compete in a shooting match with him, Gloda. Please arrange it."

Wu Shaohan turned his head and instructed Coach Gloda.

"Of course, I'd be happy to serve you." Gloda, who had gathered Wu Shaohan's real identity from their conversation, became much more serious than before.

As a shooting range coach, he naturally kept up with domestic competitions, especially popular ones like the King of Shooting; he nearly watched every edition.

He simply couldn't remember which one Wu Shaohan had participated in, but he did recall a Huaxia participant; never had he thought it would be Wu Shaohan himself.

"What's going on? They were arguing just now, and now they're talking." Old Dai and the others were lost, not understanding the situation at all.

"Everybody, it's nothing serious, this person just wants to test his shooting skills against mine."

Wu Shaohan hurriedly explained to everyone, afraid they would misunderstand.

"Test shooting skills? Do you really know how to shoot?" Old Dai was taken aback; he had initially thought Wu Shaohan, like many young people, was just boasting.

Hitting the target with every shot sounded like a joke.

Could it be that Wu Shaohan really knew how to use a gun?

Old Dai narrowed his eyes; the shrewd old man felt that Wu Shaohan was hiding something from everyone.

But he also tacitly chose to remain silent.

"Choose your positions; the standard is an 80-meter target, ten bullets per person."

The coach began announcing the rules.

Though everyone couldn't understand, they could still get the gist from the gestures.

"Do you want to change guns? For an 80-meter target, isn't a revolver not quite suitable?"

Wu Shaohan, donning his protective goggles, glanced at the revolver in Grief's hand. Although powerful, it was, after all, a handgun with an effective range of usually only 50 meters and a maximum range of 100 meters.

The 80-meter target in the field contested the limits of an ordinary revolver.

If it were a Colt, then it would be a different matter; there would be no problem with a hundred meters.

"Eighty-meter targets... Alright, I do need to switch guns."

Grief didn't overestimate himself, and once reminded by Wu Shaohan, he gave up the idea of competing with a revolver.

"May I borrow your AKM?" Grief glanced around, intending to go to the weapons rack to exchange guns when he suddenly saw the AKM in Gu Yu's hands and casually asked.

"No..." Gu Yu's instinct was to agree, but suddenly realizing he shouldn't reveal his understanding of Bengali, he forcefully retracted his consent.

"What is he saying? Does he want to borrow my gun?" Gu Yu pretended not to understand and sought help from Wu Shaohan.

Wu Shaohan nodded, "He wants to borrow your AKM for a while, I'm going to compete in a shooting match with him."

"Oh—sure, no problem! Take it, but you've got to reimburse me for the bullets."

Gu Yu generously handed over the AKM.

"Thank you." Grief, thinking Gu Yu did not understand Bengali, took the gun and made sure to thank him in English.

"Shall we start then?"

Seeing Grief beginning to load the magazine, Wu Shaohan started to urge him on.