Swordsman Without a Name

The 'Cruel' Interrogation'

The twelve people who had been guards, were now scared to death. Their knees were limp, now more limp. Cold sweat washed over his body. Sweat as big as soybeans slowly fell from the forehead.

They watched all the fighting. And now they understood, that the young man was completely different from the others.

To run can not, see also can not. In the end two dozen guards could only close their eyes.

The night is getting cold. The moon is covered in clouds, the star disappears from view.

The wind slowly blew the body. The fishy smell is widespread.

The servant who had given her wine was still kneeling with fear. For him, the young man was not human. He now looks like a Lifeless Angel.

At any moment, every second, his life could be uprooted in the blink of an eye.

"What's your name?" cakra Buana asked coldly to the servant.

"I-I, Eng Kau," he replied, his face was deathly pale.

Moreover, his back suffered a tear deep enough. Obviously, he lost a lot of blood. Fortunately Cakra Buana took the blood so that the blood did not come out again.

"Why are you, hemm, married?"

"Not yet,"

Cakra Buana nodded, I don't know what the connection was he asked such a thing.

"Who told you to?" the question is colder.

The waiter did not answer. He just shook his head a few times. A sign that he does not want to answer the question.

"Are you really the Seven Robbers Brutal Hearted?"

"That's right,"

"Who told you to?" tanya Cakra Buana repeated the previous question.

When asked like that again, the girl did not want to answer the question. He kept shaking his head repeatedly.

"Do I have to skin your body first so you can talk? Or cut off one arm, then your leg, and then I cut both. Or do I have to gouge out your eyes and slash your ears so you can tell me who told you to?"

Cakra Buana deliberately said so. But of course he wouldn't do that. But anyway, he still has feelings. Still have humanity. How dare he do it?

He himself just imagined, even then it has brought its own horror. I can't imagine if he actually did it.

Instead, the servant began to feel completely terrified. The cold sweat poured out increasingly profusely soaked his body. His face was pale, now pale again.

She is a woman, a pretty woman. Unfortunately, doing so is not as pretty as it seems. Cakra Buana is very sad about this.

"Not answering either?"

"Mirgin …"

The Dragon and Tiger Sword were again taken out. A silvery ray radiated under the darkness of the night.

Seeing the sword return, the servant's guts grew more and more shriveled. All his life, it was only this first time that he felt so scared under the threat of the enemy.

"I, I don't know who he is. I don't know his name and don't want to know his. Obviously, I was invited by nine of my best friends. I don't know anything about who's the mastermind. I don't know, really. Forgive me Sir, forgive me. Clearly, she is a woman who can …"

"Swbb …"

The female servant flinched in shock while spitting out fresh viscous blood. "Relse …"

He continued his last words in a very weak voice, for after that his life was lost.

Three flying blades had stuck right in his back until only the handle of the blade remained. The knife was not too big, not even a small knife. But it has a fairly long size. The problem is, don't ask again.

As he looked, there were two shadows. One is light blue, the other is dark green. Their speed is moving very fast. It looks like a demon in the middle of the night.

But the young man did not pursue her. He simply pulled out the three flying knives and stored them away.

Cakra Buana then turned to the twelve who were still frightened.

"Do you want to live longer?"

"Sure sir, of course, because our wife's son is waiting at home" said one of his colleagues.

"Well, get these bodies done. Stop working as a bastard,"

"But sir, we don't have the capital to open a business,"

"Two hundred gold pieces are enough?"

Everyone's eyes are shining brightly. As if they were already mired into a bottomless abyss, there was suddenly a rope pulling him upwards.

Of course two hundred pieces is enough. Even very enough. They could use the pieces for considerable effort and build a house.

"More than enough, sir,"

"Oh so, take it," said Cakra Buana, throwing a small bag of gold pieces and telling them to count. One man two hundred pieces of gold.

The rest they immediately returned to Cakra Buana.

"Use that money to open a business, make your wife's child happy. Once you lie, I can figure it out" he said coldly.

At once the people nodded in gratitude.

"May Thian (palate) protect Young Master, may he live a long life" they said as they bowed three times.

Unfortunately the person in question had already vanished from sight.

"Now, let's do the job of burying these corpses. In any case, we must not disappoint our helper master" said one of them.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They then gathered energy to begin burying the bodies.

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The Cakra Buana runs on its own. In the middle of the night like this, he wished there were wine stalls open. Or at the very least, there was at least someone who could accompany him.

Along the way, he thought about the series of events that had just happened to him. Who were the ten? Are they really from the Seven Cruel-Cautious Robbers and Kay Pang Hek?

And again, who did that beautiful girl mean? Is that 'him'? Or isn't?

Cakra Buana is not in the least. Why do people always look for trouble with him? He clearly wasn't looking for trouble himself.

Is it because of the inheritance that is on him? Or are you because he's a stranger?

Cakra Buana doesn't know. He also did not find the right answer.

But he believed a little that these people were from two groups that had problems with him.

But it could be someone else too. Didn't Huang Pangcu ever talk that the figures of the lake river began to target his life? Moreover, the inheritance that was on him.

"Ah, the more thought gets dizzy. Not to mention the knife earlier, who threw it? In any case, I have to solve this strange mystery" he murmured alone.

Of course he has to clean everything up. As a swordsman, he did not want to leave a bad name even in the land of people.

Wherever he is, he must have a good name.

"People of the martial world are indeed strange," a voice broke the silence.