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?

give me your instructions," replied Gerald, suppressing the metallic taste in

police station and this will

shiver ran through Gerald when he heard the words

Kill?

killed anyone before. Despite their training, their usual orders only involved

how could

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

this, he trembled even more. He lowered his head until

I can't kill people," Gerald quivered as he

trained and deployed. However, there

be killed. I don't have much patience left with you. You have two choices, so choose one.”

was either Jacob or

his teeth. "Boss, I can't

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

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

nodded and proceeded to

for a family-style apartment suite.

brought Gerald upstairs, Shanks could already smell the strong scent of blood. He listened to the footsteps and casually asked, "Did

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

person failed to complete the task Abel had

was frustrating. The rule on the Island of Despair was simple. If one failed to complete his task,

still chose these Caucasians

their training was far simpler compared to the killers who underwent rigorous training

quality of the two groups was

Caucasians to run errands, but was it not akin to sending them to their deaths

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

condition of these Caucasians was not as good as those from the Island of

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

The two men exchanged a glance before

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

men had deliberately avoided vital areas while