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

at Abel, who was sitting across from him and drinking. "There's a fight downstairs. Aren't you going to do anything?" "Let them fight.

in to stop them, and it could even be

were considered lucky, and those who did not were simply thrown into the

was the rule on the

stopping a

dies, it's not easy to dispose of the body," Shanks reminded him. "And don't count on me to save anyone when they're on their last breath. I

What's going

a medical oddball, would never leave

laboratory back then, Shanks was even

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

He always felt that the

final stages of his research. Without those herbs, there was no way he could continue with

heard him and shrugged his shoulders. He put on an evil grin. "Well, they can't 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

on the deadweights lately,"

Abel would not be all chatty about it. He would just have someone haul the useless ones

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

Shanks flipped a page in the medical

I don't take care of him, how can I make

he gets out, I'll have

of this man who had

Shanks continued reading his medical journal. He was not particularly interested

eyes, eager to hear what Shanks had to

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 a potential troublemaker

to make it in this world, which was a whole

point..." Shanks' words reminded

cigar and said, "Yes, I can't get rid of Pierre. He might

Shanks

as he rose to his feet. He listened to the noise from downstairs. He figured it was about time. If someone