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."

found out that he understood English. Men who stood and waited here were either waiting

was waiting

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.

woman chattering away. “Get out

spine. Then, she cursed 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

furrowed his brows unhappily when he heard what the

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

and wait until the street quieted

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

took a puff of the cigarette and slowly blew

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

he hoped that

them get

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

it was not

slowly getting

for a drink and

on the gloves specially made

darkness and waited until all the lights in the apartment went out. Then, he glanced

three in the

asleep now. She probably was

since he sent the previous message to

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

would help get rid

street was bad. If he made a loud noise,

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

thieves to break into the

doors.

only took him three seconds before he heard a clicking

no good and looked in all directions before he went in. He leisurely walked into the

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

adjust to the dark. Then, he glanced

three rooms

no idea which room Pierre