I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 3109 He Might Die Here Today

Abel sat on the couch. The genuine leather couch engulfed half of his body.

He adjusted into a comfortable position and stared straight ahead at the person before him.

Gerald felt his heart race under Abel's gaze. Was he in trouble?

"Beat him," Abel suddenly spoke in Russian.

Gerald did not understand what he meant and turned to look at those men beside him. After they received Abel's command, they immediately began raining blows on Gerald.

"Stop it, stop it! I was wrong, I was wrong!" After getting beaten up so many times, Gerald instinctively crouched down and hugged his head to protect himself.

"Hit him, and hit him hard!" Abel's eyes were fierce. Even though he did not understand what Gerald said and no one was interpreting it for him, he could tell Gerald was pleading for mercy.

Half an hour later, Gerald collapsed. His face was swollen and bruised, and his limbs were covered in bruises.

Gerald was miserable, but no one begged for mercy for him. The two men who beat him dared not show any mercy. They knew if they did, they would be in trouble themselves.

Hence, they kicked him hard.

"Ugh..." Gerald gave up begging for mercy. He even felt like he might die here today.

He could not help but recall what was said during the training for the Island of Despair. It was true. If they failed their missions, they would likely face death, unless there was a turning point...

Abel watched Gerald, who was almost breathless from the beating. He tilted his head slightly, signaling his subordinates to stop.

When they received the signal, they stopped. "Kneel," commanded Abel.

Gerald heard him. It took him a while to snap out of it before he finally reacted. Then, he slowly kneeled.

"Gerald, I'm giving you another chance," Abel muttered slowly, with someone interpreting for Gerald.

Gerald let out a cold shiver. Was this the turning point they talked about? However, could he really do it?

give me your instructions," replied Gerald, suppressing the metallic taste in his

police station and this

through Gerald when he heard the

Kill?

usual orders only involved beating people. He

skills, how could

pressed down

his head until it almost touched the floor

kill people,"

well the capabilities of those trained and deployed. However, there were

you don't kill this time, you'll be killed. I don't have much patience left with you. You have two choices, so choose one." Abel said, forcing Gerald to

was either

teeth. "Boss, I can't die.

Shanks," Abel commanded. He then lifted a glass

like human blood. It sloshed with each movement and almost spilled over the rim of the

nodded and proceeded to escort

had arranged for a family-style apartment suite.

they even brought Gerald upstairs, Shanks could already smell the strong scent of blood. He listened to the footsteps and casually asked, "Did your boss beat

in unison as they carried Gerald upstairs and dropped him on the floor. One of the

glanced at Gerald. It was a Caucasian

complete

on the Island of Despair was simple. If one failed to complete his task, one either ended up

was, Abel still chose these Caucasians

training was far simpler compared to the killers

quality of the two

temporarily recruited Caucasians to run errands, but was it not akin to sending them to their deaths if they were assigned missions? Moreover, every time Abel beat someone to the brink of disability or

was not as good as those from the Island of

for breath, the ones from the Island

we're leaving him with you. Thank you." The two men exchanged a glance before one of them

them up or don't bring them

bones. But those men had deliberately avoided vital areas while beating him.