Marrying a Handsome-Faced Devil
CHAPTERS 10. Demon Soul.

It only takes 1x24 hours for Nawa to hear from Gasuta. The gangster leader immediately contacted Nawa and told her where and when she could meet the person she wanted.

This afternoon, Nawa along with Yoham are heading to a container depot located in a port, where Gasuta tells him that the person Nawa is looking for is there.

Arriving at the depot, Nawa immediately searched for the number of containers that Gasuta told her. It was quite difficult to find him even with the help of Yoham because the container was in a hidden place at the end of the depot.

“Master!” Strangled Yoham as she found the number of the container in question.

Nawa immediately ran over to Yoham and saw a container with the same serial number as the one informed by Gasuta.

Nawa immediately opened the door of the container that was not in the key. It was very dark inside. Fortunately, the light from outside was able to make lighting for Nawa so that she could see clearly what was inside.

There, a man with a rather stocky body, was sitting tied to a chair. The man appeared unconscious with his head bowed.

Nawa immediately approached the man slowly. Trying to remember his face. And sure enough, that man was one of the three people who beat him up and that man stabbed him.

“Bring me a fireplace. Don't forget to close the door.” Nawa's orders to Yoham.

Yoham immediately carried out the order. He came out and came back shortly after with a zinc garbage can and some firewood. Not to forget he brought a flashlight for lighting.

The fire was burning inside the trash. But the man who was bound was not yet conscious. It made Nawa impatient and splashed water on the man's face.

With a sigh the man immediately woke up. He was surprised by his condition being tied to a chair. But even more surprised when he saw the face of Nawa who was right in front of his face.

“K k k you?!” She nodded with a frightened tone.

“It turns out you still remember my face.” Nawa said as she stood up straight and walked around the man and stood behind him.

“Why are you doing this to me?!!” Ask the man in an angry voice.

“Emmmm. You remember my face, you should know why you're here with me.” Whisper Nawa behind the man's ears. “Why did you do that? Who told you to?”

“What do you mean? I don't understand!”

BUGS!

A fist floated right on the man's cheek. He even fell down along with his chair. But then Yoham helped him to sit in his original position again.

“Who told you?” This time Nawa was already standing before the man.

“Despite you beating me to pieces, you won't get the answer.” Said the man without a shudder.

PLAKK!

This time Nawa slapped the man's right cheek very hard.

PLAKK!

Turn the left cheek that got a slap.

Nawa repeatedly did that until the man's lips bled. And her cheeks are red.

“Please, stop.” Wrote the man again.

But it turns out that the man still did not want to open his mouth even though his condition was almost dead. To him, such torture meant nothing. He can still hold it.

“You still keep quiet?” Nawa started to growl. “Let go of his pants.” His orders to Yoham.

Yoham immediately took off the man's pants. Nawa was holding an iron she had heated in the fireplace. The iron was even bright red so hot.

“What are you going to do? Is it just this far?” The man mocked Nawa. He laughed with a battered face.

Nawa walked up to the man with a hot iron in her hand. Then he immediately directed the iron to the kela tool min the man. Even from a distance of a few cents the heat was already very pronounced.

“What are you going to do?! What do you want?! Baji ngan?! Release him!!! keep that thing!!” The man continued to shout while trying to rewind his body back to avoid the hot iron. Even if he knows it's free.

“Ah, what a pity. The shape is so good like this. But you're forced to lose him.” Said Nawa while continuing to bring the iron closer.

“No, no. Don'tit. Don't it.”

Nawa's patience had almost reached its peak because the man still did not want to tell her.

“AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH Screech the man as hot iron clings to his kela tool.

“You know, you're no longer a man if your stuff is useless. And I'll cook it to maturity and cut it off for your dinner menu.”

The man had no energy because he felt the kela minnnnnnnnnya tools that burned. His life was almost floating. He did not expect that Nawa was much more ruthless than Gasuta.

“You ib lis.” He nodded with a stammer.

“Yes, and you were wrong to have dealt with this demon.” Press Nawa. He walked back to get the other iron from the fireplace.

“No, no, stop. Please please. Stop the. I'll tell you.” The man's voice sounded really scared.

But this time Nawa did not believe it. He enjoyed that moment. His demon soul has risen. He kept directing the new iron he took towards the kela min the man back.

“Samudera Jaya!” Scream the man back. And this time managed to stop the movement of Nawa's hand. “SJ, which I know is from SJ. But I don't know exactly what his name is.”

“Yoham.” Call Nawa.

Yoham understood what Nawa was asking. He immediately pulled out his phone and showed the man a photo.

When he saw the first photo, the man shook his head. The second photo also shakes his head. Just when the third photo was shown, the man frowned. It was as if he was watching the face of the person in the photo carefully with a disjointed breath..

“That's him! Yeah, that's the guy.” Answer the man.

Nawa snatches the phone from Yoham's hand. “Bagas?!” The screech.

He did not seem to believe that Bagas was the mastermind who wanted to eliminate him. Though all this time he had never really feuded with Barra's sister. Precisely even with Barralah Nawa often fight boxing.

Nawa looked back angrily at the man who had stabbed her. He could no longer control his emotions. So he kept the hot iron on the kela min the man until the man fell unconscious and unconscious.

That is how cruel Nawa is who has a side of the devil in her. The man had no mercy on anyone who had hurt him. He will repay tens of times what he received.