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."

he understood English. Men who stood and waited here were either waiting for

was waiting

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

her a cold stare as he listened to the woman chattering

so mean. Why is he standing there when he doesn't want any woman to sleep with him? Could it

furrowed his brows unhappily when

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

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

He threw it on the ground and stepped on it to

cigarette and slowly blew

the smoke ring gradually disappear in the air, engulfed in

protect her, he

Abel let them get what

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

not within his

slowly getting quieter

for a drink and gotten

gloves specially made on the Island of

the lights in the apartment went

three

now. She probably was not waiting

his message since he sent

out the last cigarette and took

would help get rid of

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

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

for thieves to break into the

all doors. He

him three seconds before he heard a clicking sound. The

the house like someone who was up to no good and looked in all directions before he went in. He leisurely

stood behind the door. He was not in a hurry to

dark. Then, he glanced around him to

were three rooms in

had no idea which room Pierre was staying in, so he had to check each room