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

Abel sat on the couch. The genuine leather couch engulfed half of his body.

He adjusted into a comfortable position and stared straight ahead at the person before him.

Gerald felt his heart race under Abel's gaze. Was he in trouble?

"Beat him," Abel suddenly spoke in Russian.

Gerald did not understand what he meant and turned to look at those men beside him. After they received Abel's command, they immediately began raining blows on Gerald.

"Stop it, stop it! I was wrong, I was wrong!" After getting beaten up so many times, Gerald instinctively crouched down and hugged his head to protect himself.

"Hit him, and hit him hard!" Abel's eyes were fierce. Even though he did not understand what Gerald said and no one was interpreting it for him, he could tell Gerald was pleading for mercy.

Half an hour later, Gerald collapsed. His face was swollen and bruised, and his limbs were covered in bruises.

Gerald was miserable, but no one begged for mercy for him. The two men who beat him dared not show any mercy. They knew if they did, they would be in trouble themselves.

Hence, they kicked him hard.

"Ugh..." Gerald gave up begging for mercy. He even felt like he might die here today.

He could not help but recall what was said during the training for the Island of Despair. It was true. If they failed their missions, they would likely face death, unless there was a turning point...

Abel watched Gerald, who was almost breathless from the beating. He tilted his head slightly, signaling his subordinates to stop.

When they received the signal, they stopped. "Kneel," commanded Abel.

Gerald heard him. It took him a while to snap out of it before he finally reacted. Then, he slowly kneeled.

"Gerald, I'm giving you another chance," Abel muttered slowly, with someone interpreting for Gerald.

Gerald let out a cold shiver. Was this the turning point they talked about?

However, could he really do it?

instructions," replied Gerald, suppressing

the two men in the police station and this

when he heard the

Kill?

before. Despite their training, their usual orders only involved beating

how could he possibly take

was afraid, lifted his head. However, he was pressed down by Abel's subordinate. "Boss doesn't want to

even more. He lowered his head until it

kill people," Gerald quivered as

cold sneer. He knew well the capabilities of those trained and deployed. However, there were only

don't kill this time, you'll be killed. I don't have much patience left with you. You have two choices, so choose one.” Abel said,

was either Jacob

"Boss, I can't die.

Abel commanded. He then

dark red liquid inside was like human blood. It sloshed with each movement and almost

men nodded and proceeded to escort Gerald

a family-style apartment suite. Shanks lived upstairs while Abel

of blood. He listened to the footsteps and casually asked, "Did your boss

carried Gerald upstairs and dropped him on

at Gerald.

complete the task

of Despair was simple. If one failed to complete

as it was, Abel still

them. It was just that their training was far simpler compared to the killers who underwent rigorous

quality of the two groups

was it not akin to sending them to

to the brink of

of these Caucasians was not as good as those

though those who got beaten up were always left gasping for breath,

you." The two men exchanged a glance before one of them

to be more careful in the future. Either don't beat them up or

while beating him. There was no reckless striking, so this person should not be in mortal