Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

As for Luca, her beauty was the most striking among all the women on the Island of Despair. If it were not for Abel's order
forbidding anyone from touching her, Luca might have become everyone's plaything by now.
Amur heard the man being all creepy, having some dirty thoughts about Luca. He tightened his clenched fists even more. He
charged forward and delivered a fierce punch to the man's abdomen.
The smile on the man's face had not disappeared yet when the dull pain struck him.
He staggered back, grimacing in pain.
Amur did not hold back with that punch. He put his full force into it.
"You're asking for trouble!" The man barely managed to stand straight and angrily yelled at Amur.
"Nobody's allowed to have any ideas about her," warned Amur.
"Ha, as soon as she returns to the Island of Despair, besides the boss, who can really keep her safe? Boss said he'd give her to
you, but he didn't say we couldn't have a piece of her. When she returns to the Island of Despair, I'll be the first to... Argh!"
Amur landed another punch on him.
That punch hit the man square in the face, and instantly, half his face ballooned up.
"Haha, can you handle it? You've been hit twice in a row." Another man did not shy away from stirring the pot and mocked him.
The man did not expect Amur to be so daring. Abel was still upstairs, but Amur did not hesitate to take action. His eyes reddened
with anger as he charged forward and got into a scuffle with Amur.
"You won't let me have that woman? Well, now I'm hell-bent on it. Next time, I'm gonna nail all your ladies, right in your face," the
man yelled while he grappled with Amur.
"Right, get him!"
"Yeah, get him!"
The men nearby did not try to break up the fight. Instead, they were cheering on the two fighters.

Abel had given them a serious tongue-lashing earlier, and now, everyone was still simmering with anger. Hence, when they saw
a fight, they were eager to see the two fighters go at it with everything they had. They hoped that it would help relieve their pent-
up frustration.
The noise reached the upper floor.
Shanks was reading a medical journal when he heard the noises coming from downstairs. He frowned, lifted his head, and
looked at Abel, who was sitting across from him and drinking. "There's a fight downstairs. Aren't you going to do anything?" "Let
them fight. Don't they fight often on the Island of Despair?" replied Abel, not intending to interfere. Fights on the Island of Despair
were often much more brutal.
Almost no one would step in to stop them, and it could even be one against many.
Those who survived were considered lucky, and those who did not were simply thrown into the sea.
That was the rule on the Island of Despair.
Intervening and stopping a fight? Not a chance.
"This is A City, not the Island of Despair. If someone dies, it's not easy to dispose of the body," Shanks reminded him. "And don't
count on me to save anyone when they're on their last breath. I haven't had any thoughts of saving people lately."
Abel raised his eyebrows. "You've been acting strange lately. What's going on? Why did you leave the island with me?"
Someone like Shanks, a medical oddball, would never leave the laboratory for other places.
Besides, with Luca often sneaking into the laboratory back then, Shanks was even more reluctant to leave.
"Your men are too incompetent. I still haven't found the medicinal herbs I need. I came out to handle this mess," replied Shanks
with a hint of frustration in his tone.
He did not like leaving the island. He always felt that the chaos and noise of the outside world were too messy.
However, those people had yet to find the herbs he needed, and he was in the final stages of his research. Without those herbs,
there was no way he could continue with his experiments. That was why he left the Island of Despair to search for them himself.
Abel heard him and shrugged his shoulders. He put on an evil grin. "Well, they can't really blame them for that. They're not
medical geniuses. It's normal for the progress to be a bit slow. Plus, the herbs you're looking for might be extinct by now. So stop

blaming them."
"You've been way too soft on the deadweights lately," commented Shanks.
Previously, if those men could not get the job done, Abel would not be all chatty about it. He would just have someone haul the
useless ones away.
"Have I? I don't think so," replied Abel, taking a puff of his cigar and blowing out a smoke ring. "I've been itching to off someone
lately."
"Pierre Mallory?" Shanks flipped a page in the medical journal.
"Yeah, that kid caused me significant losses. If I don't take care of him, how can I make up for my losses?" Abel's eyes darkened
when he mentioned Pierre's name.
"When he gets out, I'll have someone take care of him!"
He whispered to himself, determined to get rid of this man who had disrupted his financial plans.
"I think it's better not to eliminate him," Shanks continued reading his medical journal. He was not particularly interested in
whether Abel chose to kill someone or not, but he did not want to see impulsive actions.
"Why?" Abel narrowed his eyes, eager to hear what Shanks had to say.
"Percy Mallory is a good friend of Luke Crawford's. If you ever go against Luke, Percy will surely help, but Pierre has been
eyeing everything Percy has right now. If you get rid of Pierre, you're essentially removing a potential troublemaker for Percy.
This will allow him to focus more on opposing you." Shanks analyzed the situation. for him.
Shanks was all about using his brain to make it in this world, which was a whole different game from Abel, who depended on his
fists.
"You have a point..." Shanks' words reminded Abel.
He snuffed out his cigar and said, "Yes, I can't get rid of Pierre. He might be able to hold Percy in check."
"I'd like to meet Ivana. Can you arrange it for me?" Shanks shifted the conversation away from Pierre and made a request to
Abel.

"Tell the people downstairs and they'll arrange it for you," said Abel as he rose to his feet. He listened to the noise from
downstairs. He figured it was about time. If someone ended up dead, it would be troublesome to deal with the body in A City.
He slowly made his way downstairs.
Amur and the other man were still fighting, with both of their faces bearing numerous injuries.
It seemed they were fighting to the death.
"Charge! Yes, hit him in the face!"
"Yeah, hit him! Stop defending. Strike back and hit him!"
The clamorous voices of the spectators who were reveling in the excitement remained relentless.
Abel's expression darkened. These people seemed to have no qualms about making a big deal out of things. Did they think this
place was the Island of Despair?
"Have you had enough?" Abel stood on the stairs, watching the men.
As soon as the man Amur was fighting heard Abel's voice, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stopped.
Amur's fist, however, did not stop because of Abel's voice and swung straight at the man.
With a loud thud, the man took an unexpected, unguarded punch. He fell to the ground.
Amur was about to advance, but the others noticed that Abel had ordered them to stop. Hence, they stopped Amur. "Boss is
here."
Amur, whose eyes were still red, stared fixedly at the man on the stairs.
Abel raised an eyebrow. Had they gone too far?
He made his way down the stairs slowly and examined the two of them. Even though Amur also had facial injuries, they were
clearly less severe than the man on the ground.
"Are you trying to kill each other?" asked Abel.

Amur remained silent.
Abel, with a stern expression, stood between the two of them. "I don't give a damn about your grudges. This is A City, and I'm not
in the mood to deal with dead bodies and all that mess.
"You can take your fight back to the Island of Despair, and if someone ends up dead, you can just dump them into the sea. But
don't cause any trouble for me here."