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 the

He frowned, lifted his head, and looked 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. Don't they fight often on the Island of Despair?" replied Abel, not intending to interfere. Fights on the Island

them, and it could even

and those who did not were simply thrown

on

a fight?

A City, not the Island of Despair. If someone 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 haven't

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

Shanks, a medical oddball, would never leave the laboratory for other

the laboratory back then, Shanks was even more reluctant to

need. I came out to handle this mess," replied Shanks with a

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

those herbs, there was no way he could continue with his experiments. That was why he left the Island of

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

been way too soft on

would not be all chatty about it.

his cigar and blowing out a smoke

Shanks flipped a

I don't take care of him, how can I make up for my losses?"

have someone take care of

rid of this man who had disrupted his

continued reading his medical journal. He was not particularly interested in whether Abel

eyes, eager to hear

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

make it in this world, which was a whole different game from

a point..." Shanks'

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

Ivana. Can you arrange it for me?" Shanks shifted the conversation away from

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