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."

she found out that he understood English. Men

she thought Amur was waiting for women like

looked like a rich man. She chirped happily, "Cutie, don't be fierce to

cold stare as he listened to the woman chattering away. “Get

bitterly, “Who the f*ck is that guy? He's so mean. Why is he standing there when he doesn't want any woman to sleep with him? Could it be that he's waiting

unhappily when he heard what

had something more important to do tonight. He had no time to deal

had to stand here and wait until the street quieted down.

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

cigarette and

chilly spring night. As Amur watched the smoke ring gradually disappear

her, he hoped that she was safe and

them get

thought that Abel changing his mind not to kill Pierre probably had something to do

was not

getting

that Oswald, who had gone for a

on the gloves specially

until all the lights in the apartment went out.

three in

She probably was not waiting for his

since he sent

the last cigarette and took

would help get rid of those

the residential homes on this street was bad. If he made a

Then, he came to the house's door. Every household here used the same wooden door. It looked solid, but the

thieves to break

wire out, the master key to unlock all doors.

he heard a clicking sound. The door

was up to no good and looked in all directions before

behind him. Then, he stood behind the door. He was not in a hurry to

waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. Then, he glanced

three rooms in

had no idea which room Pierre was