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?

your instructions," replied Gerald, suppressing the

in the police station and this

Gerald when he heard the words the interpreter

Kill?

their training, their usual orders only involved beating

how could he possibly

lifted his head. However, he was pressed down by Abel's subordinate.

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

can't kill people," Gerald

knew well the capabilities of those trained and

you. You have two choices,

was either Jacob or

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

him to Mr. Shanks," Abel commanded. He then lifted a glass

with each movement and almost spilled over the rim of the

two men nodded and proceeded to escort Gerald

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

strong scent of blood. He

the two men replied in unison as they carried Gerald upstairs and dropped him on the floor. One of the men said, "Mr. Shanks, sorry

troublesome." Shanks glanced at Gerald. It was a

failed to complete the task Abel

was simple. If one failed

was, Abel still

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

two

was it not akin

time Abel beat someone to the brink of disability or death, he sent them

condition of these Caucasians was not as good

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

two men exchanged a glance before one of them spoke.

don't beat them up or don't bring them to me. I'm not here to professionally save people," said Shanks. His gaze fell

had deliberately avoided vital areas while beating him. There was no