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

station and this

ran through Gerald when he heard

Kill?

anyone before. Despite their training, their usual orders only

could he possibly take

down by Abel's subordinate. "Boss doesn't

even more. He lowered his head until

I can't kill people," Gerald quivered as

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

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 one.” Abel said, forcing Gerald to make a

was either Jacob or

teeth. "Boss, I can't die. I'll kill

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

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

men nodded and proceeded to escort

suite. Shanks lived upstairs while Abel

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

dropped him on the floor. One

glanced at Gerald. It was

to complete the task

on the Island of Despair was simple. If one failed to complete his task, one either ended up

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

was far simpler compared to

two groups

errands, but was it not akin to

Abel beat someone to the brink of disability

not as good as those from the Island of

those who got beaten up were always left gasping for breath, the ones from

you. Thank you." 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

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