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 a rich man. She chirped happily, "Cutie, don't be fierce to me. Is it your first time here? If you're not fond of me, there are other women upstairs. We have different types

he listened to the woman chattering away. “Get out of here if you don't wanna

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

his brows unhappily when he heard

He had

wait until the street quieted down. Only then

Amur's fingers was almost extinguished. He threw it on the ground and stepped on it

of the cigarette and slowly blew a smoke

chilly spring night. As Amur watched the smoke ring gradually disappear in the air, engulfed in darkness, his forefinger suddenly

he

let them get

to kill Pierre probably had something to do with the mission of dealing

it was not within his

slowly getting quieter as

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

on the gloves specially made on the Island of

and waited until all the lights

was three in the

probably was not

since

cigarette and took

solution would help get rid

was bad. If he made a loud noise, it would be even more difficult for him to

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

thieves to break into

took an iron wire out, the master key to unlock all doors. He stuck the iron

he heard a clicking sound. The door

who was up to no good and looked in

behind the door. He

for his eyes to adjust to the dark. Then, he glanced around him to see what

three rooms in the

He had no idea which room Pierre was staying in,