Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Amur knew he was different from Luca.

If he failed to complete his mission, he only had to be punished when he returned to the Island of Despair.

However, if Luca failed her mission, she would no longer be useful to Abel. She would be sent back to the Island of Despair at that time. She would be facing a severe punishment that was worse than the punishment given to those who failed their mission.

She might end up being a playtoy at the Island of Despair...

After all, Abel was a psycho. He would not have mercy on Luca. When the time came, Luca would not be able to protect Nyla, and she would not be able to protect herself either.

Amur could not let Luca take such risks.

[He's not killing Pierre?] Luca could not help but feel suspicious. What made Abel change his mind?

There was no way he would show mercy.

He would not have done that, especially when Pierre had offended him.

Amur replied: [No. He only wants to punish him. Let's talk about this later. Wait for my reply.]

Luca stared at her phone screen for a while and read Amur's message. Only then did she delete the message.

She could not let Luke see the messages.

Night fell.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, people were walking to and fro in the suburban district. Some were doing illegal business and some were making loud noises at the bars as the music played. The busy nightlife portrayed the other side of A City.

Amur stood at the corner of the street, smoking his cigarette and looking at the house opposite the street.

The address that Luca gave him was here.

Amur confirmed that Pierre was in this house, hiding from the police.

The flame of the cigarette at the corner of his lips glowed and dimed. The glow of the bright, yellow street lamps shone on his face for a moment before immediately dimming out after that.

“Yo, what a hot foreign guy we have here. Do you understand English?" A scantily dressed woman walked toward Amur and teased him.

He caught a whiff of the smell of cheap perfume in the air. It made him frown, and he said, "Get lost."

became happy as soon as she found out that he understood English.

was

to me. Is it

woman chattering away. “Get out

is that guy? He's so mean. Why is he standing there when he doesn't

brows unhappily when he heard what the woman

to do tonight. He had no time to deal with the long- winded

had to stand here and wait until the street quieted down. Only then he could make

it on the ground and stepped on it to stub out the cigarette. Then, he

of the cigarette and slowly blew a smoke

As Amur watched the smoke ring gradually disappear in the air, engulfed in darkness, his forefinger suddenly trembled

protect her, he hoped that she

them get what

that Abel changing his mind not to kill Pierre

not within

was slowly getting quieter as the night

that Oswald, who had gone for a drink and gotten drunk, was staggering back

on the gloves specially made on

the lights in the apartment went out.

was three in

probably was not waiting

reply to his message since he sent the

cigarette and took

get

on this street was bad. If he made a loud noise, it would be even more difficult for

house's door. Every household here used the same wooden door. It looked solid, but the locks of the doors

was easy for thieves to break into the

to unlock all doors. He stuck the iron wire into the door

before he heard a clicking sound.

to no good and looked in all

closed the door behind him. Then, he stood behind the door. He was not in

eyes to adjust to the dark. Then, he

rooms

room Pierre was staying in, so he had to check each room