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 the metallic

in the police station and this will be settled," continued

Gerald when he heard the words the

Kill?

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

how could he possibly take

was pressed down by Abel's subordinate. "Boss

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

people," Gerald quivered as he

those trained and deployed. However, there were only two paths for Gerald to choose from

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

was either

clenched his teeth. "Boss, I can't

then lifted a glass of red wine and swirled

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

and proceeded to escort

had arranged for a family-style apartment suite. Shanks lived upstairs while

blood. He

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

indeed troublesome." Shanks glanced at Gerald. It was

seemed this person failed to complete the task Abel

was simple. If one

Abel still chose these Caucasians to

training was

the two groups

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

someone to the brink of disability

these Caucasians was not as good as those

left gasping for breath, the ones

The two men exchanged a glance before one of them spoke. Then,

be more careful in the future. Either don't beat them up or don't bring them

vital areas while beating him. There was no reckless striking, so this