The Devil JOVE's
83. Misgive

The Jakun on the neck of the Clouds seemed to move up and down rapidly as soon as he heard the report from his subordinates. Receiving extremely great rewards, the Clouds were so eager to chase after the figure of the rare blood-owning girl. But who would have thought that now the girl was in the hands of someone who most did not want the Clouds to meet. Jove Alexander Lorenzo, should he face off against the descendants of that terrible woman in order to get the blood of a girl named Casandra Lin? I don't know. Cloud doubts. Afraid and reluctant to ever receive a warning directly from Mrs Rosalinda Osmond.

"So how is this, sir. Miss Casandra is in the hands of the person you least want to offend. Should we back off on this hunt?"

"We'll see how things go in the future. The one chasing after that girl is not just us, but there are a lot of people. Especially those who need an antidote for discovery in the laboratory. Who knows if one of them managed to bring him out of Jove's power. And when that happens then we move to take it!" awan replied, raising an eyebrow. He was a little hesitant with his words just now.

But could it be that they were able to breach the security Jove had given them to protect the girl? Even if they could, would they be able to deal with the pressure from her people, Mrs Rosalinda? Damnit. Why should the girl be in their hands. Just make a fuss.

"Sir, I don't think those people can face the security that Jove has put in place. Now only Jove's position in the world of permafiaan still no one can match. Could it be that they were able to take Miss Casandra away from her?"

"I don't know either. Actually, when it comes to dealing with Jove myself, I don't feel scared at all. But what I'm worried about is the strength of Jove's parents, especially Miss Rosalinda. He is said to be the chairman of an organized group that until now no one knew clearly who the members were!" sahut Awan while breathing. He then crossed his legs, staring straight ahead before mentioning one group name which instantly made the nape a great bristle. "Ma Queen's. This group is like a sure death to those who have been marked. Not bearish. They will slaughter all members to the point of no remnant even to the root of their descendants. This is what I'm afraid of Jove!"

"Then will he be willing to wait until the opportunity comes?"

Drrttt drrrttt

Coinciding with the question, the phone that was on the table rang. Soon the cloud grabbed it and then pressed the green button listed above the screen.

"Hello?"

"Awan, how is this. It's been almost two weeks but I still haven't received any good news from you. You know not that my son would be on the verge of his death if you didn't bring him that rare blood soon? Ako please hurry. If yesterday's payment is still less, you just mention how much nominal I need to add. As long as I can bring that blood, whatever amount I give it. Please!"

Clouds play on the tongue in the mouth. Accepting what kind of answer he should say to a father who is struggling desperately for his only son. Sounds good, doesn't it? But in reality, the man who had just begged for help was an extremely disgusting piece of trash. If it were not for such a large fee, the Cloud would not have risked his life to help the innocent child. Until there was an agreement between them before finally Awan received the bitter news that he had to face the family of Mrs Rosalinda if he wanted to get the rare blood.

"It's not about money, it's about life. You think like I need money from you without thinking about who I should be dealing with. If your son really needs it and you can't wait, I don't mind sending you both to the afterlife!" said the clouds full of threat. He hated bluffing the most, let alone using something called money. The clouds hate this. "Originally you know. Getting the girl's blood is not easy. I have to bet on life, even having to face the angel of death that when you hear his name will definitely die of fear. So think about it again before you push me around with a lot of money!"

"Then what should I do now? The doctors said my son should get the antidote as soon as possible. Please help us, Cloud. Help me!"

Clik. The call was broken off one-sidedly when Awan was fed up with hearing the man's plea. Turning the phone into the air, he pondered what ways could be done to find a way towards the owner of the rare blood.

"If I use Albert as bait, is it possible that Jove will realize?" ask Awan to his men. Suddenly he thought of the coward.

"I think Jove will notice right away, sir. But we can deal with this matter in another way" replied the subordinate with a faint smile.

"The arrival of Mr. Albert yesterday must have been sniffed by Jove and his men. We can use this excuse to make it an alibi so as not to be discovered if we are not actually working with Mr. Albert, but with others. Mr. Albert doesn't have a lot of connections, we just strained their relationship when Jove started suspecting us. How's it?"

"Do you think Jove and his men are that stupid?"

Prahaannggg

Angrily Clouds slammed the phone until it broke scattered on the floor. This stupid subordinate. If indeed Jove is that easy to trick, Cloud no longer needs to bother thinking of a way out of this problem.

"You should have remembered first what the consequences of that lowly idea you just floated before me. You know not that I hate people who proudly show their stupidity?" tanya Awan while pulling a dagger from a brown container made from the skin of a human hand. He then gave the code for his subordinates to extend a hand. "I hate keeping fools around me. So as a sign, I'll remove one of your fingers. Do you mind?"

"Pardon me, sir. S-i'm sloppy. I was wrong," said the subordinate with a deathly pale face. His hand seemed to tremble as the tip of the dagger stuck to his index finger.

"If an apology could solve all problems, I'm sure there would be no such thing as a prison in this world. So ....

Kreeessss

"AAAAAAAAKKKKKKHHHHHHH!"

Fresh blood immediately poured out as soon as the Clouds cut off the index finger belonging to the subordinate. Instead of feeling sorry for seeing his subordinates roll in pain on the floor, he instead casually enjoyed the splash of blood left in his hands. Sweet, very sweet. And the clouds love the taste along with this sweet aroma.

"Take him out from before me and don't let me see his face again. In vain all this time I taught him how to think intelligently if he just spoke he was not so fit. And if you want, you're free to do what to him!" cloud's orders to his other men.

"Okay, Mr. Cloud. We'll fix this!"

"Don't let me hear there's a failure. If that happens, I'll skin you instead and make it a decoration in my bedroom. Understood?"

"We understand, Sir!"

Clouds stand. He then walked out of the room while carrying a dagger that was still dripping blood. For those who are not used to seeing things like this, it can be sure that the person will immediately faint from fear. But for a cloud, seeing blood dripping out of another human body was something very pleasant. It was a kind of opium-making amusement, as if forcing him to do it again, again, and again.

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