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 metallic taste in his

station and this will be settled," continued

he heard the words

Kill?

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

skills, how could he possibly take a

lifted his head. However, he was pressed down by

he trembled even more. He lowered his head until it almost touched the

people," Gerald

trained and deployed. However, there were only two paths

don't have much patience left with you. You have two choices, so choose one.” Abel said, forcing Gerald to make a decision. He

either

shivered and clenched his teeth. "Boss, I

Shanks," Abel commanded. He then lifted a glass of red wine and swirled

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

they even brought Gerald upstairs, Shanks could already smell the strong scent of blood. He listened to the footsteps and

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 for

at Gerald. It was

failed to complete the task Abel had assigned

The rule on the Island of Despair was simple. If

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

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

of the two groups was

alright for these temporarily recruited Caucasians to run errands, but was it not akin to sending them to their

beat someone to the brink of disability or death,

Caucasians was not as good as those from

up were always left gasping for breath, the ones from the Island

with you. Thank you." The two men

careful in the future. Either don't beat them up or don't bring them to me. I'm not here to professionally save

few bones. But those men had deliberately avoided vital areas while beating him.