Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

As for Luca, her beauty was the most striking among all the women on the Island of Despair. If it were not for Abel's order forbidding anyone from touching her, Luca might have become everyone's plaything by now.

Amur heard the man being all creepy, having some dirty thoughts about Luca. He tightened his clenched fists even more. He charged forward and delivered a fierce punch to the man's abdomen.

The smile on the man's face had not disappeared yet when the dull pain struck him.

He staggered back, grimacing in pain.

Amur did not hold back with that punch. He put his full force into it.

"You're asking for trouble!" The man barely managed to stand straight and angrily yelled at Amur.

"Nobody's allowed to have any ideas about her," warned Amur.

"Ha, as soon as she returns to the Island of Despair, besides the boss, who can really keep her safe? Boss said he'd give her to you, but he didn't say we couldn't have a piece of her. When she returns to the Island of Despair, I'll be the first to... Argh!"

Amur landed another punch on him.

That punch hit the man square in the face, and instantly, half his face ballooned up.

"Haha, can you handle it? You've been hit twice in a row." Another man did not shy away from stirring the pot and mocked him.

The man did not expect Amur to be so daring. Abel was still upstairs, but Amur did not hesitate to take action. His eyes reddened with anger as he charged forward and got into a scuffle with Amur.

"You won't let me have that woman? Well, now I'm hell-bent on it. Next time, I'm gonna nail all your ladies, right in your face," the man yelled while he grappled with Amur.

"Right, get him!"

"Yeah, get him!"

The men nearby did not try to break up the fight. Instead, they were cheering on the two fighters.

Abel had given them a serious tongue-lashing earlier, and now, everyone was still simmering with anger. Hence, when they saw a fight, they were eager to see the two fighters go at it with everything they had. They hoped that it would help relieve their pent-up frustration.

noise reached the upper

reading a medical journal when he heard the noises coming from downstairs. He frowned, lifted his head, and looked at Abel, who was sitting across from him and drinking. "There's a fight downstairs. Aren't

one would step in to stop them, and it could even

those who did not were simply thrown into the

on the

and stopping a

dispose of the body," Shanks reminded him. "And don't count on

acting strange lately. What's going on?

a medical oddball, would never

sneaking into the laboratory back then, Shanks was even more

are too incompetent. I still haven't found the medicinal herbs I need. I came out to handle this mess," replied Shanks

leaving the island. He always felt that the chaos and noise of the outside world were too

the herbs he needed, and he was in the final stages of his research. Without those herbs, there was no way he could continue with his experiments. That

really blame them for that. They're not medical geniuses. It's normal for the progress to be a bit slow. Plus, the herbs you're looking

been way too soft on

could not get the job done, Abel would not be all chatty

his cigar and blowing out

a page in

care of him, how can I make up

I'll have

of this man who

medical journal. He was not particularly interested in whether Abel chose to

to hear what

you ever go against Luke, Percy will surely help, but Pierre has been eyeing everything Percy has right now. If you get rid of Pierre, you're essentially removing

was all about using his brain to make it in this world, which was a whole

have a point..." Shanks'

"Yes, I can't get rid of Pierre. He might be able to hold Percy in

arrange it for me?" Shanks shifted

to the noise from downstairs.