Governor Momoa's Threat

Seeing that ball of meat being forced down the demon's throat, could only roll out from the opening in his belly, through the innards, the fluid paste, and then through the blood all the way to the ground, mixing on the grass and sand.

Cuban could not help but frown.

Just because Momoa sent for him and he was supposedly 'late' to the arrival, two Demons of the same rank as him met their ends.

These were demons that were under Momoa himself, none the less.

Cuban was not a fool. He understood the threat. He also understood that the situation was grave.

After all, the governor had not even informed him of anything, and he was already issuing picturistic threats.

These threats were clear.

'If I can do this to my own men, what do you think I will do to you?'

Governor Momoa saw the look in Cuban's eyes. He understood that the aim had been met.