Chapter 3109 He Might Die Here Today

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