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?

please give me your instructions," replied Gerald, suppressing the

in the police station and

Gerald when he heard

Kill?

their usual

skills, how could he possibly

However, he was pressed down by Abel's subordinate. "Boss doesn't want

Gerald heard this, he trembled even more. He lowered his head until it almost touched the floor before

can't kill people," Gerald

sneer. He knew well the capabilities of those trained and

You have two choices, so choose one.” Abel said,

was either Jacob

his teeth. "Boss, I can't die. I'll kill

then lifted a glass

human blood. It sloshed with

nodded and proceeded to escort

for a family-style apartment suite. Shanks lived upstairs

smell the strong scent of blood. He listened to the footsteps

in unison as they carried Gerald upstairs and dropped him on

troublesome." Shanks glanced at

this person failed to complete the task

rule on the Island of Despair was simple. If one failed to complete his task, one either ended up injured or

harsh as it was, Abel still

was not that Shanks looked down on them. It was just that their training was far simpler compared to the killers who

the two groups was vastly

recruited Caucasians to run errands, but was it not

the brink of disability or death,

as good as those

were always left gasping for breath, the ones from the Island of Despair were much

with you. Thank you." The two men

them up or don't

had deliberately avoided vital areas while beating