Chapitre 376: Governor Momoa's Threat

*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?"