Swordsman Without a Name

The Person Wanted

"Amitabha .. Buddha is loving. Stay here last night, young man. Tomorrow you go there, "monk Fu Tang said.

Cakra Buana thought for a moment. Actually he wanted to go there now. But since it was getting late at night, it was good for him to agree with the old monk's words.

"If the monk doesn't mind,"

"Of course not. As human beings, we must love one another. There will be temple disciples who will take you to the guest room,"

"Good monk thank you,"

The old monk immediately left from the same after the first excuse. The Cakra Buana is delivered to a special guest room by a temple disciple.

The room was not too big, nor too small. The contents of the room seem simple but can make it comfortable.

Cakra Buana immediately resumed his sleep.

In the morning, he resigned himself to continue the journey while looking for Ou Lin. He had decided to keep heading to the big market that Monk Fu Tang had told him about yesterday.

No matter what happens, he has to stay. At any rate, he should be able to reclaim his supplies from Ou Lin.

Monk Fu Tang gives Cakra Buana some gold pieces as a provision while on the way. At first he continued to refuse the gift, but because he was forced, he finally accepted the piece of gold.

"Thank you monk. Then, I'm saying elemental self,"

"Amitabha .. Buddha is loving. May you always be in his protection," said Monk Fu Tang as he saluted with one hand as he worshipped and bowed.

Cakra Buana returned the old monk's salute, after which he immediately went to the South according to the instructions of Monk Fu Tang.

He darted fast like the wind. In just a few moments, Cakra Buana had arrived at its main destination.

A huge market was about a hundred meters in front of his eyes. People go back and forth. Traders lined up to try out their trades.

Cakra Buana began to enter the ranks of those who jostled. He's not looking for stuff. He was not looking for a restaurant either. What he was looking for was people.

The one who has made him confused because he has no more supplies.

The eyes of Cakra Buana are fixed at the end of the market. There was a small old building and it looked dilapidated. As he walked, he kept looking at the building. The reason was because he felt suspicious.

Several times he saw a black-clothed and veiled person coming in and out of the old building. He was trying to get close to the building.

The first suspicion grew stronger when he saw that a black veiled person had rushed into the old building.

The young man did not go in there. Because in addition to the atmosphere is very crowded, to go to the place also looks narrow. Because there's an alley connecting it. To go straight up, especially. His condition was still daytime, if he was determined, it was the same as looking to die.

He's waiting for the night.

Yeah, correct. Night is a time to move. Let him wait now. Supplies already exist, although not too much.

Cakra Buana waits for the night to arrive at a restaurant while drinking wine.

When the waiting time had arrived, he immediately paid the drinking fee and went out to head to the old building that he suspected at noon.

The atmosphere in the market is not as crowded as before. Although it still seems people are passing by, but not whole during the day.

Cakra Buana jumps on the roof of the market building. He began to sit on it. Although on the wuwungan but in fact he can walk without causing the slightest sound.

Down there, there were ten people dressed in all black were drinking wine with his colleagues. On the edge of the wine jar there were also several pieces of meat.

They were having a wine party. Everyone inside laughed. Piles of gold coins had been held on a table to hand over to their leader.

Cakra Buana is still lurking. He has not shown any movement at all.

"Hahaha, in the space of a few days, it seems like we are indeed lucky. Let's collect your results today" said someone.

Cakra Buana felt familiar with the voice just now. He felt he could hear that voice. And that was the voice of the person he was looking for right now.

Ou Lin's.

That person was still wearing the same clothes as before. He was distributing the payment to ten of his members. He himself showed off the results.

One bag of leather contains many gold pieces. Cakra Buana certainly recognize the bag of skin. Because it's his own pocket.

"Bad. So it was true what Monk Fu Tang said. Turns out he was a robber kingpin. Hemm, no matter where the other six robber heads are. Clearly, I must take back what is rightfully mine," muttered Cakra Buana very furious.

When the tiger has got its prey, then it is certain that he will not release it. So too with Cakra Buana. He had already found the person he was looking for, where could he possibly just let go?

Immediately his body jumped down to break wuwungan.

"Moscow …"

He descended right in front of the ten members of Ou Lin.

Everyone who was there was very surprised. Moreover, Ou Lin, he had absolutely no idea that the person he had stolen the money from, had found out about his headquarters.

Ten members of the all-black instantly surrounded Cakra Buana from all directions.

"We meet again Ou Lin," said Cakra Buana coldly.

"Ah, brother Cakra. Who do I think you're breaking into the roof for? I can come through the front door" he said with a smile.

He looked like a friend who had just met his best friend. Impressive and friendly. In his heart, he felt very angry. Even that person was waiting for the right time to kill Cakra Buana.

"Of course, since I do have a need with you," Cakra Buana replied still remaining cold.

"Hemm, there's business whether you come to my place,"

"I want to take your life right now,"

"Ehh, wait a minute, wait. All must contain reasons. Well, what's the reason you want to kill me? Wasn't yesterday we were still friends" Ou Lin said, remaining calm.

"Right, the reason I came here is because I wanted to take your life. Didn't you take my gold bag yourself?"

"Which bag?"

"Not pretend anymore. I've seen with my own eyes that you took it," Cakra Buana replied slightly snapping.

"Hemm, you mean this bag?" tanyanya while showing the gold bag that is hers.

The red face of Cakra Buana. Both of his hands clenched hard so that his veins protruded.