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."

happy as soon as she found out that he understood English. Men who stood and waited here were either waiting for their guests or

Amur was waiting for

the way Amur was dressed, he looked like a rich man. She chirped happily, "Cutie, don't be fierce to me. Is it your first

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

she saw the look in his eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine. Then, she cursed bitterly, “Who the f*ck is that guy? He's so mean. Why is

his brows unhappily when he heard what

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

street quieted down. Only then

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

a puff of the cigarette and

low on a chilly spring night. As Amur watched the smoke ring gradually disappear in the air, engulfed

her, he

would Abel let them get what

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

not

slowly getting quieter as

that Oswald, who had gone for a drink

the gloves specially made

until all the lights in the apartment

was three in

now. She probably was not

his message since he sent the previous message

out the last cigarette and took a bottle of solution out from

solution would help get rid of those

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

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

was easy for thieves to break into

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

him three seconds before he

up to no good and looked in all directions before

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

Then, he glanced around him

three rooms in the

idea which room Pierre was staying in, so he had