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

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

would step in to stop them, and it could even

who survived were considered lucky, and those who did not were

was the rule on the Island of

stopping a fight? Not a

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 had any thoughts of

acting strange lately. What's going on? Why

a medical oddball, would never leave the

back then, Shanks was

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

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

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

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,

on the deadweights

be

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

a page in the medical

me significant losses. If I don't take care of him, how can I

have someone

himself, determined to get rid of this man who had

not particularly interested in whether Abel chose to kill someone or not, but

narrowed his eyes, eager to hear what

is a good friend of Luke Crawford's. If you ever go against Luke, Percy will surely help, but Pierre has been eyeing everything Percy has right now. If you get

in this world, which was a whole different game from Abel, who

a point..." Shanks' words

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

it for me?" Shanks shifted the conversation away

people downstairs and they'll arrange it for you," said Abel 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 with the body in A