The Devil JOVE's
122. One Finger

At the port, there is currently a heroin transaction between Jove and Magaska. These two men sat face to face surrounded by their own men. To Jove's right, there was Franklin standing still holding a large suitcase filled with heroin, which was a waste. The tail of his eyes continued to pay attention to Magaska's gurgle that looked unsettled even though he was guarded by a fully armed guard.

Cihh, your style is really ludicrous, Magaska. If you're afraid of dealing with my boss, you shouldn't be lighting fires. See for yourself now. The relationship between you has turned sour. You also can't get the best stuff from us anymore because you've made Mr. Jove feel angry. You've offended him blatantly, stupid!

"Mr Jove, why is the atmosphere here so tense?" magaska asked trying to open the conversation. Honestly, it felt like he was sitting before the god of justice. The Mafia before him was truly terrifying. Ever since they met, he had not let out a word at all. Just silence while staring from behind the black glasses he wears.

"What makes you tense is your own feelings. You want to meet Mr. Jove after what you did with Albert!" sahut Franklin replaced his boss talk. "Now quickly give up the money. Our time is too precious to be spent on a useless human like you!"

"Yakk Franklin, what are you talking about, huh! Don't cross the line. You're just a subordinate, so know yourself a little!" hardik Magaska could not accept Franklin's ridicule. Her chest feels hot.

"Franklin holds full power over all my businesses and decisions. So the guy who should know himself is you, not him!"

Braaakkkk

Jove kicked the table in front of her and then directly attached the gun to Magaska's head. Seeing that, Magaska's men reacted immediately. But unfortunately, their movements are still losing fast with the movements of Jove's men. Because as soon as their hands moved about to pull the trigger, from the back of their heads there was already the tip of the gun attached first. This automatically makes them silent without twitching, until finally they are all forced to sit on their knees while raising both hands up. Want to mess with Jove? Hahaha, dream.

"T-Mr Jove, what the fuck is this? Why did you suddenly attack me?" asked Magaska with a deathly pale face. He had trouble swallowing his saliva as Jove pressed the tip of the weapon against his head.

"Because I'm sick of hearing the talk that comes out of your mouth!" jove replied without any expression appearing on her face. "You know what the consequences are if you dare to provoke or betray me?"

Glukkkkk

Damnit. Turns out Jove still doesn't want to forget my relationship with Albert. Goddamn bum! Know this yesterday I won't be tempted to persuade his ray. Arghhh, what should I do now? My group can be underestimated if I fail to get the best heroin from Jove's group. Damnit damnit!

"Don't do this, Mr. Jove. I know my mistake was really fatal, I'm sorry. And will you tell me how to make up for the stupidity I've done? I'm so sorry I trusted Albert. I'm so sorry!" magaska tried to persuade. Let him be asked to bow down under the feet of this mafia. While still being able to partner, Magaska was willing to lower his pride.

A thin smirk appeared on Jove's lips as soon as she heard Magaska's resignation. He pulled the gun and asked Franklin to do his job.

"Do now!"

"Good, Sir."

Franklin is approaching. He opened the suitcase and showed me the heroin package that was in there. Franklin then took a few packs and placed them on a collapsed table. But it's not to be enjoyed. Rather to make it easier to take the dagger stored under the heroin pile.

"You're the one who wants to know not how to make up for your stupidity?" franklin asked as he played a dagger in front of his face. He then grinned, feeling intrigued watching the droplets of sweat that began to flood soaked the disgusting face of the loser before him. "From hand or tongue. Please choose one of them. That piece of your body will be the redeemer of his guilt. Please choose!"

"Fingers, by the way" said Magaska intermittently. The dagger had still not touched his finger, but Magaska could already feel the pain and also the pain that appeared.

"Right or left?" ask Franklin. It was so relaxing, as if he was just about to cut off a tree branch.

"K-ki-left," Magaska replied starting to have heartburn.

"OKAY. Prepare yourself well. If you dare to faint, I will cut off your head. Understood?"

Magaska nodded as he wiped the sweat that flowed past his eyes. While continuing to gulp her saliva that was almost dry, Magaska rearranged the table that had been rolled on the ground and then sat down to rest. He then placed his index finger on the edge of the table and looked at Franklin hatefully. This bastard ... Magaska would never forget his face. It never will.

Kressssss

"AAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!"

Without giving a warning, Franklin cut Magaska's index finger. He then tore the shirt he wore and used it to wipe the blood splashing on the face. With a sinister smile, Franklin raised a finger piece to the front of Magaska's already crimson face as it endured the pain.

"We really want your tongue. But since you are obedient and know yourself, one finger is enough. Is that right, Mr Jove?" franklin asked, looking back at his boss. He then shifted to the side as his boss nodded his head.

"This "transaction I consider a new beginning for our relationship. If one day I find you a traitor again, be prepared to lose your head. Understood?!" threatening Jove is full of emphasis.

"M-understand, Sir. Thank you for still allowing me to be a client. And for this incident I will remember it until I die!" sahut Magaska while smothering the tip of his index finger that continues to bleed. Honestly, his eyes began to twitch.

Realizing that Magaska was about to faint, Jove ordered his men to pick up something in the car. He then asked Magaska's men to pour the liquid on the wound on his hand. Within seconds, the bleeding had stopped. This made Magaska and his men astonished. It is only fitting that Jove and her group are considered to be a very scary scourge. La wong bleeding alone they could stop easily, let alone kill people. Oh gosh.

"Don't big head first. I saved you not because I cared, but because I wanted to see if you could occupy your word or not!" jove jengah. He then glanced towards the piece of finger that Franklin had already put into the clear box. Jove sighed. "We're home now, Frank. Don't forget to take all our money. I'll wait in the car!"

"Good, Master!"

Magaska was only able to step down when his body was thrust violently by Franklin. Still with a look of astonishment, Magaska continued to watch the mafia entourage leave the port. And after being silent for a few minutes, Magaska realized that the heroin he wanted was not the highest quality heroin he had bought. He then rampaged, but did not dare to protest.

"Albert bastard. None of this would have happened if you hadn't seduced me. Just watch. You must share the humiliation I received tonight. Wait out. Sooner or later my reply will come soon. Basic k*parat! Argh!!!"

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