Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Black Masked Man Eps. 09 Bag. 1

The air that night felt so cold it bit the bone. Heavy rain that flushed the earth Malayasati village almost all day was unable to reveal the dark sky covered with thick fog. People also refused to leave the house. Except for a body dressed all in black who was stepping lightly on the quiet and muddy streets full of puddles.

The pair of feet that were stepping was swayed lightly like they did not tread the muddy ground. His footsteps were barely audible in the slightest, In front of a large house with a large yard with high walls surrounding it, the pair of legs stopped their steps. Seen by the owner of a pair of legs that the gate was tightly closed. His gaze stopped on the two people who were snuggling asleep on the veranda floor.

Suddenly a body dressed in all black bounces into the air, spins twice, and then slumps rapidly towards the two people in front of him. As soon as his feet touched the floor, his hands moved quickly and grabbed him. The two people had not been able to realize the situation, they only had time to complain short, then collapsed with a broken head.

"Hmm.." the black-clothed figure muttered softly.

His pair of legs, wrapped in a tight black cloth, stepped back lightly across the front porch which was only illuminated by a small pelita. His light steps did not sound, indicating that the person had a fairly high knowledge. His steps stopped when he reached the front door. Slowly his hand was raised forward.

"Damn!"

From both of his open palms, out a thin, clumping smoke shot towards the door. Then, slowly the door unfolded without making any sound. His feet then entered the room.

"Hm, this house is huge. I have to check every room. I'm sure he's inside this house" he muttered slowly.

He then entered a nearby room. His instincts are so precise. A tall man fell into a deep sleep with a beautiful woman whose back was wide open.

"Sleep yourself soundly, ***** fat! I won't wake you up again." the man snorted as his eyes stared wildly. Then slowly he took out a knife from behind his pitch-black shirt.

But suddenly the man he was about to stab was as quick as lightning jerked his hand.

Plaque! Very hard to shake his hand. Then followed by the movement of his right hand to poke the stomach.

"Huk!" the man dressed in black complained short. His body was pushed a few steps back.

"Dumb shit! Who're you?" snapped the man while jumping down from the bed.

Although his body was as lush as a barrel, his movements were extremely agile and troublesome to his opponent. The man dressed in all black snorted as he crossed his knife in front of his chest. He began to put the horses together and opened the stance. His opponent did not stay silent, thinking about finding out who the insolent people dared to patronize him.

"Open your mask, *******! What's your business coming here?"

"You don't need to know who I am, Badaraka. I have come to be sent by the god of justice to uproot your life, "it is cold that the masked man in black is dressed.

"Damn! Whatever your reasons, you have been presumptuous to enter my private room. You must be ******!" geram Badaraka's.

Instantly Badaraka attacked with short empty-handed moves. Apparently the black masked man had prepared his mainstay moves, so that easily the attacks of Badaraka can be broken. Even then several times he managed to urge his opponent into a corner of the room. Until on one occasion, Badaraka collapsed after his stomach was hit by a death kick. Luckily he had time to squeeze his body when his opponent kicked in with a leap towards his vital part.

The noise of the fight in the room woke the beautiful woman from her deep sleep. He screamed in fear and tried to jump from the bed holding a cloth to cover his body. The masked man dressed in all black had his hands immediately acted quickly. And a knife slid like an arrow out of its bow.

"Aach...!" the beautiful woman could only scream withholding as soon as the knife was precisely stuck in her chest.

"Prize...!" sadaraka was surprised.

Badaraka got off guard, and that little chance was taken advantage of by his opponent. As fast as lightning he leapt to beat Badaraka with his kicks and his deadly blows. Badaraka fell back and a knife stuck in his neck made him flounder and not breathe anymore.

The masked man dressed in black turned his head to hear the screams and footsteps running closer and clearer. He jumped through the window, then his body bounces high over the fence of the wall of his opponent's house that had perished.

The people who were hunting towards the room, his steps were suddenly restrained to see two body figures drenched in blood. The horror was so radiating from their faces. For a while they were like pecking at the door of a room. Only when a young man barged in did they move towards the broken window.

"dangerous! Who did this?" the young man growled while clenching his fists.

"Cursue! Find it, don't let the dog get away!" beaver's orders.

The people who heard his command immediately jumped out through the broken window. In their hands each was clutched with a machete. The young man then knelt beside Badaraka's corpse. His hand pulled out the knife stuck in his neck. For a moment he watched the blood-stained blade clasped in his hand. His eyes turned to the woman lying on the bed with her feet dangling on the floor. Not yet had he moved to pull out the knife stuck in the chest of the woman, heard someone shouting his name.

"Santica, what's going on?"

The young man called Santika looked over. He immediately stood up. As if he did not need an answer, the young man who had just arrived looked at the two lifeless body figures. For a moment he fell silent, then his gaze turned to Santika.

"Who did this?" tanyanya. "So you should know better than me. Isn't Kakang Banulaga on night watch?" Santika stared intently at Banulaga who was none other than her own brother.

"It's past midnight. My job has been replaced by Wadalika" Banulaga said.

"Wadalika died in front."

"What?!"

Not to mention the loss of Banulaga's surprise, one of the men ordered to chase the killer appeared from behind the window. He immediately bowed respectfully.

"Young Master, the entire force has been deployed, but neither has it managed to find that person."

"Come on! That murderer must be caught!"

"Okay, Young Master."

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The death of Badaraka made the entire population of Malayasati Village in an uproar. Badaraka is famous as a rich man who controlled almost all the land, fields and plantations in this village. People can already guess that the killer must not be a random person and have high silat science. They know that Badaraka also has a fairly high silat science, and dozens of tile always guard his house during the night. But no one can stand in the way of the mysterious killer.

The incident in the village was then heard to other corners of the village. Badaraka's death makes his former opponents and friends take into account the mysterious killer. No exception for those who have daughters. They know very well that Badaraka eyes basket and likes to eat young leaves. They were gripped with fear that the murderer was even more cruel and depraved than Badaraka.

"Have you deployed your men to find your father's killer?" tanya Widura, Badaraka's thick friend who is also a landlord from Batujajar Village.

"I did, but my men lost track."

"I'm so sorry, I should've kept your dad that night so he'd stay at my house."

Banulaga smiled wryly. He knows very well who this Widura is. A middle-aged man who is not much different from his father. Men who also like to roast chickens, play women and spend their money at the gambling table.

Banulaga knew that his father had just returned home late at night by taking a woman to his room. And his heart was completely infuriated and curious, as his father died when his straightforwardness had just been replaced by someone else.

"It's almost afternoon, I have to go back," said Watura.

"Thank you for Uncle Widura coming here" Banulaga said.

"Either. If you need anything, call me,"

"good. Once again thank you, Uncle," Banulaga escorted Widura out the door. A young man greeted while leading a horse. Widura jumped up immediately. The two people directly drove their horses out of the courtyard of the mansion.

Banulaga took a deep breath. His sight was crawling the surrounding conditions. There were people standing guard at every corner. Banulaga has told his men to stay vigilant and look for his father's killer. Banulaga was shocked as soon as he turned his body, knowing Santika was already standing in the doorway.

"Where have you been?" ask Banulaga.

"Inside" said Santika as he stepped outside.

"Where are you going?"

"To the outside!" sahut Santika.

"Santica!"

But Santika still walked outside, approaching his horse that was moored in a tree. In an instant he had already thrown his horse away from that place.

demon boy!" Banulaga could only snort in annoyance.

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Since Badaraka's death, practically all the power and wealth he possessed fell into Banulaga's hands. Unlike his younger sister, Santika, Banulalaga inherited almost all of his father's traits. The fruit did not fall far from the tree. Not only was his passion for beautiful women, but his behavior exceeded that of his father.

"Badrunnin..!" Banulaga shouted loudly.

The person called came hunchbacking toward Banulaga who stood on his waist with a huff at the door.

"Young Master. Call me Great Lord, you know!" bentak Banulaga.

"Sorry, Big Master. I often forget," Badrun grinned.

"Have you prepared the horse?" Banulaga didn't care about it anymore, he just kept stepping over the veranda.

"Already, Great Lord," said Badrun accompanied the steps of his master.

"Hm," Banulaga muttered lightly.

Badrun hastily precedes Banulaga. He approached a large tall white horse with a saddle embroidered with gold thread. He then led the horse towards his master.

As if to show the science of lightening his body, Banulaga jumped on the back of his horse. His hand pulled the bridle. At a glance he glanced at Badrun who was still standing beside him.

"Take your horse, come with me" said Banulaga.

"Where to go, Lord?"

"Come on! Don't talk too much!" Banulaga half snapped.

"Yes, yes, well, Big Master."

Badrun immediately ran small to the back of the mansion. Not long after, he returned on a black horse. The two horses immediately galloped away from the courtyard of the house. Two gatekeepers armed with machetes immediately bowed their bodies saluting.

Along the village road, Banulaga controlled his horse with a haughty attitude. Not a single bit of her lips revealed a smile. Nor did he nod when the people along the village road he passed bent his body.

Banulaga flicked his finger and stopped his horse. His sharp eyes stared straight at a house among the dense trees. A house with woven bamboo and roofed rumbia. Badrun jerked his horse's stomach towards Banulaga who could not escape looking at the house in front of him.

"You know whose house it is?" ask Banulaga slowly.

"Which one, Big Master?" Badrun asked again.

"That, ******!"

"Oh.., That. Pak Karta's House. Why sir?"

"Hm.., no."

Banulaga pulled his horse back. But just as his beloved white horse stepped up a few acts, he stopped his horse instantly. From the door of Pak Karta's house that was revealed appeared a young woman with a bamboo basket on her left waist. Banulaga's eyes glared, not in vain looking at the young woman. The woman was ayu. Banulaga knew behind his tight cloth there was something plump and stimulating his courage. The woman he looked at was surprised to realize that two foreign men were licking her body with a full glare. His thin lips opened, causing Banulaga to gulp. It was like seeing a goddess from heaven. Badrun was also involved in staring wildly at the girl's body.

"Badrun, whose virgin son is he?" asked Banulaga whispered

"Maybe his son Pak Karta, the Great Lord," said Badrun.

"Why maybe?" Banulaga was not satisfied with his assistant's answer.

"I just saw it myself, sir."

"Hmmm... since when did Pak Karta have a virgin?" Banulaga asked himself. Then his attention back to the woman who has now stepped through the yard beside the house. Banulaga swallowed the saliva that soaked his throat.

Suddenly an old man appeared from the back of the house. The man in loose black clothes and pants immediately bowed as soon as he saw Banulaga in front of his house.

"The old man was Pak Karta, the Great Lord," Badrun said. Then without his employer telling him, he half yelled, "Let's go, old man!"

The summoned hurriedly approached while bowing his body. Badrun then turned to his master, as if to invite his master to dig up the description of the young woman. Banulaga was quick to catch the intention of his maid. He stared intently at Pak Karta.

"Is there something wrong with me, sir?" Pak Karta asked with a respectful bow with a trembling voice.

"No" said Banulaga quickly.

Banulaga glanced at Badrun, then he jumped down from his horse. Badrun also did the same, then took over the reins of his master's horse to be tethered together with his own horse.

"Who do you live with?" asked Banulaga without any respect for older people.

"I.., I live alone here, Sir," replied Pak Karta nervously.

"You're lying, huh?"

Pak Karta raised her head. His eyes glanced at Badrun who had just finished tethering the horse. It appeared that the hilt of the machete poked out at the waist of the black man. The look on Pak Karta's face immediately showed fear.

"Who was that woman who came out of your house?" ask Banulaga loudly.

"Oh! Tu's... Did you see him?" the old man was shocked

"Your son?"

"Mom. Uh. yes, sir" was nervous Mr. Karta replied.

"The correct answer!" snapped Badrun rough.

"Eh. anu, sir, he's my son."

"Hm...." Banulaga furrowed his brows. His eyes were sharp and somewhat wildly staring into the face of the old man who was in front of him. Then reflected back the face of the young woman who raised her courage. "Hurry and get your son here!"

"He's a little boy, sir!" The Pact of Karta tried to subtly refuse.

The truck!

Badrun stomped his machete handle violently. The Pact of Karta dragged a glance towards the source of the voice.

"Ba. well sir, I call."

Banulaga was impatient, his breathing had gone up and down. Badrun also smiled a little watching his master misbehave. Soon they saw Pak Karta and her daughter walking towards him.

Until Pak Karta and the young woman stood before him, his eyes did not blink to crawl the beauty and beauty that shook his heritage.

"What's your name, girl ayu?" asked Banulaga smilingly.

"Mega Lembayung," said the flat woman.

"Ah, a beautiful name, as beautiful as the person," sighed Banulaga seduced.

"Thank you."

"Sir Karta, I intend to bring your daughter," Banulaga said without further ado.

The red-faced Mega Lembayung heard those words. While Pak Karta was confused to hear the request that he had been worried about. Mega Lembayung then stared intently at Banulaga. His heart was full of anger and hatred. His sharp eyes surprised Banulaga. So far no one has dared to look at his face in such a way, let alone a woman.

Banulaga underestimated the gaze. He then walked over to Mega Lembayung. His hands were about to touch. But just as his hand moved, suddenly Mega Lembayung jerked his hand. So loud was the jolt of his hand, that his body was pushed to the side two steps. Not yet had Banulaga reply, Mega Lembayung robbed his feet.

Buk up!

Banulaga bounced and fell on the ground. Badrun who witnessed the incident, immediately pulled out his machete. Banulaga jumped to his feet. His lips grimaced with rage.

This time he got the stone. The girl seemed to have intelligence that could not be underestimated.

"Bad woman!" growled Banulaga fiercely "Badrun, round him up!"

Badrun jumped right in front of the young woman. The Karta immediately retreated. His face was pale and his body was trembling. His horror increased when Badrun's machete glistened in the sun. While Mega Lembayung rolled up his cloth to look like his dumpling pants.

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