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.

reached

drinking. "There's a fight downstairs. Aren't you going to do anything?" "Let them fight. Don't they fight often on the Island of

no one would step in to stop them, and it could

lucky, and those who did not were simply

the rule on

a fight?

dies, it's not easy to dispose of the body," Shanks reminded him.

been acting strange lately. What's going on? Why did

Shanks, a medical oddball, would never

back then, Shanks was even more reluctant

incompetent. I still haven't found the medicinal herbs I need. I came out to handle

did not like leaving the island. He always felt that the chaos and noise of

had yet to find 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

they can't really blame them for that. They're not medical geniuses. It's normal for

soft on the deadweights lately,"

be all chatty about it.

so," replied Abel, taking a puff of his cigar and blowing out a smoke ring. "I've

a page

that kid caused me significant losses. If I don't take care of him, how can I make up for

he gets out, I'll have someone take

get rid of

it's better not to eliminate him," Shanks continued reading his medical journal. He was not particularly interested in whether Abel chose to kill someone or not, but he did

narrowed his eyes, eager to

everything Percy has right now. If you get rid of Pierre, you're essentially removing a potential troublemaker for

in this world,

point..." Shanks'

snuffed out his cigar and said, "Yes, I can't get rid of Pierre. He might be able to hold

to meet Ivana. Can you arrange it for me?" Shanks shifted the conversation away from Pierre and made

as he rose to his feet. He listened to the noise from downstairs. He figured it was about time. If someone ended up dead, it would be troublesome to deal