A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 283: Do You Recognize Me Now? Shen Zhong

Chapter 283: Chapter 283: Do You Recognize Me Now? Shen Zhong

David chuckled and pulled out a gun from behind his back, aiming in Shen Yanhe’s direction, "I knew it, how could Dr. YM possibly be easily persuaded by you? Luckily, I had a backup plan."

"Dr. YM, no offense."

As the last word dropped, David pulled the trigger at Shen Yanhe.

A loud bang echoed as an anesthesia dart shot out, striking directly towards Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe seemed stunned, standing still, but her gaze fixated on the man in the lab coat.

Just as David thought he could hit Shen Yanhe with a single shot.

A muffled "bang!" resounded.

A bullet came flying from behind David at an angle, meeting the anesthesia dart head-on, and smoke filled the air as the two collided.

David and the man in the lab coat’s expressions changed instantly, and they whirled around, "Who?!"

The anesthesia gun in his hand was the latest model developed in the lab, faster than any other anesthesia gun.

But now it had been intercepted midway?

Dr. YM wasn’t alone?

Before David could locate the shooter, a whooshing sound whirled by his ear.

David’s pupils dilated, and he spun around to pull the trigger at Shen Yanhe, but she, having reached him swiftly, slammed a heavy punch into his face.

David cried out in pain as his body staggered backward.

Shen Yanhe took the chance to forcefully twist his wrist downward, causing David to release the anesthesia gun from his grip in pain.

The anesthesia gun fell from his hand, and Shen Yanhe stretched out quickly to seize it and deftly pulled the trigger at David’s chest.

A muffled "bang!" echoed as the anesthesia gun hit David in the chest.

Blood gushed from David’s nose, his face full of disbelief as he staggered backward and collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.

Everything happened so fast that the man in the lab coat beside David hadn’t had time to react before Shen Yanhe aimed the anesthesia gun at him.

Shen Yanhe stared at him intently, suppressing the turmoil of anger, grievance, and other complex emotions inside her, grip tight on the anesthesia gun, she ordered him, "If you don’t want to die, take off your mask!"

If at first the sight of the man in the lab coat seemed merely familiar to her.

Now, looking into those eyes similar to Shen Huai’s, Shen Yanhe’s suspicions were nearly certain by ninety percent.

But unexpectedly, as she spoke, the man in the lab coat quickly reached behind and pulled out a handgun, aiming it straight at her forehead, and spoke his first words, "Don’t move."

His voice was deep and hoarse, with a slightly mechanical tone, "I’ve got a real gun in my hand. If you don’t want to die, drop your anesthesia gun and back your men off, or I shoot!"

Shen Yanhe’s breathing suddenly deepened, the redness blazing beneath her mask. She took a deep breath, forcefully pressed down the emotions churning inside her, tossed the anesthesia gun aside, and raised her hands toward the man.

Seeing her compliance, a flicker of doubt crossed the man in the lab coat’s eyes. He cautiously approached her, reaching out towards her pocket to unearth any hidden poison.

Just as he was about to touch her pocket, Shen Yanhe whispered two words with a low urgency, "Shen Zhong."

Her voice was soft, yet it reached the man in the lab coat accurately.

No, into Shen Zhong’s ears.

Shen Zhong’s pupils contracted sharply, and he jerked his head up to scrutinize Shen Yanhe, "You, why would you know..." know my name?

Before he could finish his sentence, the seemingly subdued Shen Yanhe suddenly lashed out, hammering a fist directly into Shen Zhong’s face.

Shen Zhong instinctively raised his hand to shoot but hesitated because of the name she had just cried out, opting instead to cross his arms in front of his face to block.

But he hadn’t anticipated Shen Yanhe’s hand switching direction.

She grabbed Shen Zhong’s mask and yanked it down fiercely.

The mask fell off, revealing his true face.

It was a face that Shen Yanhe loathed to her very marrow.

She hated him!

She hated why he had disappeared on the day her mother had an incident.

She hated why he was absent when Shen Huai was ill and vomiting blood, desperately needing his father.

She hated that he trusted his uncle too much, making her suffer so much for Shen Huai’s medical expenses.

She hated why he had never shown himself for so many years.

Rage, bitterness, and grievance incessantly assaulted Shen Yanhe’s mind as she clenched the mask tightly, her chest heaved dramatically, her teeth gritted, she articulated each word, "Shen, Zhong!"

Shen Zhong lifted his head, frowning at Shen Yanhe, "You recognize me? Who are you?"

Shen Yanhe did not speak and punched him in the face again.

She struck repeatedly, and anger rose in Shen Zhong’s heart; he clenched his fist and met Shen Yanhe’s blows, fighting her directly.

Neither held back, with almost every punch hitting flesh, the air filled with the sounds of fists smashing into flesh.

But how could Shen Zhong’s skills compare to Shen Yanhe’s?

Shen Yanhe, not yet of age, had been mixing in the underground boxing rings, far more experienced in real combat than Shen Zhong, who stayed in laboratories. She almost completely overwhelmed him.

When Shen Yanhe finally pinned Shen Zhong to the ground, Shen Zhong could no longer withstand it. In his confusion, he groped for a gun and pressed it against her brow, his mouth bloody, "Enough!"

Shen Yanhe, holding Shen Zhong’s collar pinned against him, Shen Zhong’s gun pressed against her. He stared straight into her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you really?"

"Who am I? Just remove your mask and see, won’t you?" Shen Yanhe scoffed coldly, her hand still tightly gripping his collar.

Shen Zhong made no move, just staring into her increasingly familiar eyes, a ludicrous conjecture suddenly arising in his heart.

This conjecture made his eyelids twitch, his hand holding the gun shook, and his thumb instantly moved away from the trigger.

Shen Yanhe saw his movement.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but laugh, her laughter filled with anger and desolation, "You dare not? Shen Zhong, you actually dare not?"

"You dare not, I’ll help you!"

Shen Yanhe raised her free hand and pushed up the mask on her face.

The beautiful and delicate face hidden under the mask was revealed.

Her cat-like eyes were slightly moist, but more than that, filled with extreme chill, "How about now? Do you recognize me now?"

Shen Zhong’s pupils dilated sharply, his hand holding the gun trembled even more, but his expression remained calm.

He was silent for a few seconds before looking at Shen Yanhe and muttered hoarsely, "I don’t recognize you."

His words fell directly into Shen Yanhe’s heart, making her chest feel severely stifled.

Shen Zhong’s trembling hand gradually steadied as he pressed the gun against Shen Yanhe’s brow, pushed her off him, and then reached out to pull down the mask she had lifted to avoid being seen by people from the immortal organization before muttering hoarsely, "Let us go, I promise they won’t bother you again."

After having beaten Shen Zhong severely just now, the boiling emotions in Shen Yanhe’s mind gradually cooled down.

She looked up and met Shen Zhong’s gaze.

Shen Zhong looked at her unemotionally and repeated, "Let us go."

Shen Yanhe closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to calm down, she took a deep breath, "Okay, I’ll let you go."

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