Big Shot's Reincarnation Sweeps the World Chapter 1120 - Danger! Identity Exposed!

“Mm…” Sheng Yang gave a soft response.

Yi Juncheng kept his gaze fixed on her, worried that her blunt nature might lead her to reveal the truth. Wolf Fang was backed into a corner, and a desperate man was capable of anything.

Because of this, Wolf Fang’s eyes were crimson and filled with bloodshot veins. In contrast, Yangyang remained perfectly composed as she closed the distance between them, walking toward him step by step.

Yi Juncheng’s throat tightened, his heart leaping into his mouth as he watched her. In that high-stakes moment, Sheng Yang moved with shocking speed, disarming Wolf Fang and training the gun on him. Even with her pregnancy, her combat prowess remained terrifying.

“You…” Wolf Fang gasped, completely blindsided.

His immediate reaction wasn't fear for his life, but a stunned look at his own empty hands. As a commander, the scars marking Wolf Fang’s face were trophies of his battlefield experience; he wore them with immense pride rather than shame. Yet, this girl with the delicate, inexperienced face had stripped him of his weapon without even blinking.

Yi Juncheng finally let out a breath he had been holding. “What brought you here?”

“I was worried about you,” she replied.

Yi Juncheng stared at her intently. For a brief second, his reactions seemed to falter before he asked, “Is it because I am the father of your children, or is it simply for me?” He was desperate to know who held the higher place in her heart—him or their unborn babies.

Sheng Yang found herself at a loss for words. He was the one who had been so desperate for children and was overwhelmed with joy upon hearing the news, yet now he was acting jealous of them. If the two children knew, they would likely sigh; their father loved them, but apparently, there were limits.

“Do you think I’m invisible? If you’re going to kill me, get it over with. Stop flirting right in front of me!” Wolf Fang barked coldly. If death was coming, he didn't want it to be like this. Was it necessary to psychologically torture the victim before the end?

Sheng Yang arched an eyebrow at him. She didn't actually intend to take his life, but she couldn't allow him to remain a threat to Yi Juncheng’s safety.

“Record a video statement promising everyone that you will never target Yi Juncheng again,” Sheng Yang commanded Wolf Fang.

Yi Juncheng found himself enjoying the sensation of being shielded by Sheng Yang. Over the last few months, he had grown quite fond of being pampered by her. As long as she remained out of harm's way, he was content to let his wife take the lead.

While some of his associates mocked him for this, he didn't mind. Whenever they teased him, he would simply retort that he had a wife to protect him, while they were all pathetic and single. His words usually left them speechless and rolling their eyes in frustration.

Wolf Fang hesitated. His funds were gone and the Owl organization was on the brink of ruin. He wondered if he should play along and wait for a chance at vengeance. Just then, his phone buzzed with an anonymous text.

[Soon is Sheng Yang.]

The revelation hit him like a bolt of lightning. After a moment of stunned silence, he looked up and bellowed at the top of his lungs, “The two of you played me for a fool!”

Sensing immediate danger, Yi Juncheng pulled Sheng Yang behind him. He watched as Wolf Fang tore off his jacket, revealing a time bomb strapped firmly to his chest. Wolf Fang had come to the Hall of One Man’s Rule prepared for a worst-case scenario, though he hadn't intended to use the explosives. He had thought it wouldn't come to that.

However, the shock of the news pushed him over the edge. Even a cornered rabbit will bite when there is no escape. He realized he had been a mere pawn in this couple's game!

“Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution for what you’ve done?”

Yi Juncheng let out a cold laugh. “We have a blood feud. Don't you find it hypocritical to talk about justice when you put a price on my head on the black market? Neither of us is a saint here.”

Wolf Fang was silenced by the truth. Sheng Yang looked up at Yi Juncheng and noticed his palms were damp with sweat. In the past, he would have faced death with indifference, believing in fate, but now he had something to lose.

Sheng Yang’s expression softened unexpectedly. They were a family now, bound by the tightest of bonds. She rested her hand gently on her stomach, suddenly feeling the profound connection of shared blood. She had often operated like a cold machine, devoid of typical human sentiment, but now she shared a soul-deep link with Yi Juncheng and the two lives growing inside her.

It was a beautiful feeling. Her head leaned against his back, her eyes growing misty—perhaps a side effect of the pregnancy hormones.

Yi Juncheng kept his eyes on the enemy, whispering protectively, “Yangyang, don’t be scared. I’ve got you.” He knew her personality well enough to know she likely wasn't afraid, but he felt compelled to say it anyway.

“Yi Juncheng, I really want to bring these two children into the world.”

Before this moment, she had been uncertain, merely following the motions. Now, a powerful, unwavering determination took hold of her.