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?

replied Gerald, suppressing

in the police station and this

he heard the words the

Kill?

had never killed anyone before. Despite their training, their usual orders only involved beating people. He had

could

was pressed down by

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

people,"

a cold sneer. He knew well the capabilities of those trained and deployed. However, there were only two paths for Gerald to choose from at the

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

was either

shivered and clenched his teeth. "Boss, I

He then lifted a glass of

red liquid inside was like human blood. It sloshed with each movement and almost spilled over the rim

and proceeded to escort Gerald

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

of blood. He listened to the footsteps and

dropped him on the floor.

indeed troublesome." Shanks glanced at Gerald. It was

seemed 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

harsh as it was, Abel still chose these Caucasians to carry out

that Shanks looked down on them. It was just that their training was far simpler compared to the killers who underwent

two

it not akin to sending them to their deaths if they were

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

Caucasians was not as good

always left gasping for breath, the ones from

two men exchanged a

future. Either don't beat them up or don't bring them to me. I'm not

he must have broken a few bones. But those men had deliberately avoided vital areas while beating him. There was no reckless striking, so this