Devil Slave (Satan system)

*Boom!*

A blast of blood sent Domani flying across the room.

“You little Wench!” Cuban said as he turned to face her. You said that she could do it. And now she ends up dead?”

He stomped his foot against the ground as he walked towards her.

His steps were slow, but this was not a result of tiredness or the very heavy weight of his body armor.

It was him barely holding on to the sheer anger that threatened to totally break out of him.

If he let it, he could potentially destroy the entire residence plus the Arena area.

Domani backed off a bit, but Cuban had already gotten to her, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her into the air.

“She… She… Is not dead!” Domani explained.

Cuban instantly understood and let her go. “The witch rejected the contract?”

Domani nodded. “A human Rejecting a contract after it has been given is a very dangerous process. Even for a senior witch. The results could even threaten her own life.”

Domani explained.

Cuban frowned as he let her go.

He was not dumb, and he understood what she meant.

Something must have happened that made Minnie intentionally cut ties with Domani.

That was what Domani meant.

Cuban frowned. He really did not trust the witch in the first place. However, now his point has been proven.

As he thought of ways he was going to deal with the situation, Domani hit him with the second news.

“The Governor sent for you!”

Cuban frowned but still nodded. “Prepare my plane; I’ll be there in the morning.”

Domani stood back on her feet as she massaged her neck.

“He wants you to use a portal!”

“Hmmm.” Now Cuban was a bit perplexed by this. After all, portals for such large distances were expensive.

If the governor wanted him to use a portal, then it was evidently an emergency.

Without waiting to finish removing his armor, he immediately headed for the portal.

With a pinkish glow, Cuban was led by the portal right into the heart of Waterfall City.

This place resembled a park.

The grass was green, there were green trees, and with the state of the weather being a good sunny day, this place made for a very serene environment for relaxation.

However, Cuban noticed that there was no one in sight.

Even the birds were not singing. With the silence, it looked more like a graveyard than a park.

Just then, the sweet smell of barbecue meat in the air assaulted his nose.

It was not his first visit to this place.

After advancing a while, he made another bend.

And there it was—the source of the sweet barbecue smell. .

At a corner, there were two demons tied to a tree by their hands as they dangled lightly over the ground.

Their stomachs had been carved open, and some of their organs had been harvested.

However, they were still alive. Demons were very tenacious when it came to survival.

Cuban frowned a bit. These demons were rank 3 deep-level demons like himself.

Both of whom he knew very well. After all, they were the demons in charge of operating Governor Momoa’s Portal System here in the city.

The last time he was here, they were the two that sent him back to his territory.

Blood leaked from the open wounds.

Whoever it was that carved them out did so with the intention of not letting them heal their injuries.

Just then, the sound of sizzling flesh and the sweet aroma that accompanied it pulled his attention to the side.

There he was.

At the moment, Basket faces the Butler, who stood not so far away at one corner.

Unlike Cuban expected, he was not the one at the grill.

It was Governor Momoa himself.

He had a white apron on, and as he hummed in a low tone, his fingers meticulously handled the flipping of the meat.

From time to time, he would sprinkle a little sauce or spice when appropriate.

Cuban’s eyes could see it clearly.

From the bloody stains on Governor Momoa’s apron, he was definitely the one that harvested the meat from the Demons himself.

And that sizzling sound with the attractive aroma of meat parading the air so much that it easily aroused one’s hunger was actually the meat of the rank 3 deep-level demons.

Momoa whistled in a low tone as he continued to work meticulously.

Cuban on the other hand, did not disturb upon arrival.

He just stood there and watched in silence.

Just when the meat was ready, Momoa placed them on plates and served them on the picnic table.

“Oh! Cuban, you are finally here. You took so long to arrive. I was very sure it was not your fault. It had to be the portal operators. So I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Discipline them and still have lunch. Come, join me, please; we are having deep-level demon intestines and kidneys for lunch.”

Although Governor Momoa had said that with a smile on his face, there was nothing about the tone he used that left room for disagreement.

He served the kidneys and intestines by himself to Cuban.

“Come on, take a test for yourself,” Momoa encouraged.

His smile was wide, and his eyes carried the cheer of a hard-working father providing for his son.

Cuban instinctively turned to the two hanging by the tree and then back to the food.

Momoa noticed this.

“Oh, you are worried about your friends. Don’t worry, it’s no problem.” Momoa waved his hands for the butler. “Cuban here is worried about his friends. They must be hungry. Please feed them some meat.”

Instantly, Basket Face took some of the barbecue kidneys to the demons hanging on the tree with their innards harvested.

Gently, he cut some of the barbecued kidneys and then stuffed them in their mouths. After which, they were forced to swallow.

Naturally, once the meat fell into their throats, there was no stomach below to receive it…