Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 64. Rampaging

With the sound of an explosion, Sungsang looked back into the room while crying out in his heart

'Oh yes, I remember! He's the guy in the shop!'

However, Sungsang's memory was useless, because the man named Kawita had broken his head. White liquid splattered everywhere. It was not the sperm liquid but the fluid from inside the batok of his crushed head.

The scenery is quite terrible, even the woman who was shackled hands and feet has now drooped in bed, fainted due to not being strong to see the scene. While the body of the berewok collapsed on the floor.

Keep Saksena flashing, grabbing the scattered cloth and then covering it to the woman.

Asking for a knife on the Breech, Jaga used it to untie the shackles on the woman's legs and hands and then flashed away.

"Wait, Watch!"

Ignore the cry of people Keep going to another room that makes a similar sound.

Repeated incident, after breaking the door Jaga directly hit the head of the man in the room.

"Wadduh, this kid is really angry apparently."

Sungsang could only shake his head to see Jaga's actions that continued to slaughter the members of the Mountain Slave Hunter Group in his room. Even those who did not commit intercourse were also slaughtered. Keep Saksena really showed her dark side.

Prosecutor!

Blarr!

The sound of the head breaking continued to be heard.

There is no significant resistance gained by Jaga Saksena. The Mountain Slave Hunter Group Hall was flooded with blood.

Sungsang Gumilang who was just following from behind finally muttered to himself,

"But .. if I think they deserve it! Oh shit, I have to take part!"

No doubt, the two young men were orgically slaughtering the entire Slave Hunter Group members they met.

None of them survived.

"It looks like it's too easy, Sungsang!" said Jaga Saksena when she killed the last room occupant.

"True Keep, We haven't met the Chairman of the Mountain Slave Hunter Group, Sundara Watu."

"just fine. And it's possible that the strong people of this group are with him."

"What about those women?"

More mature than Jaga Saksena, making Sungsang more mature in understanding the problems that exist.

"Laa haula walaa quwwata illaa billaah ...! I forgot about this, do you have a plan?"

"Isn't our plan just to attack and destroy? I didn't know there were many women in this hall."

Hearing Sungsang's reply, Jaga Saksena pinched her head which began to feel adorable, "And soon the chicken crowed! How's this?!"

"That's why we have to think maturely!" sungsang began to regret.

"Sad it's in the back! It's still ahead. Think of something!"

"Duhh .. piyeee iki ...."

Sungsang Gumilang can only scratch his head that does not itch.

A few moments later,

"Hhhh ...! I have an idea!" Sungsang exclaimed with his right finger.

"Quick say!"

"We're getting out of here!"

Although the idea did not solve the problem, but there was no other choice for Jaga Saksena. Because Jaga has absolutely no way out for these women.

Bringing those women out of the kingdom would also attract the attention of many people even the royal party.

***

The sun rose in the eastern horizon, not only delivering a virtual light but also showing the victims of the dead bodies at the back of the Mountain Slave Hunter Group Hall.

"M-m-mayaaat ...."

One who had wanted to take a shortcut to the market screamed loudly at the sight of bodies lying outside the back fence of the Mountain Slave Hunter Group Hall.

That was the beginning of the uproar that hit the entire Kingdom of Saindara Gumilang.

This afternoon, the talks in the tavern, in the market, in the tongkrong places, were all discussing the massacre at the Mountain Slave Hunter Group Hall.

In a shop,

"Crazy! Really-really crazy!" exclaimed a young man who had just entered and took a seat at a table where other youths were enjoying wine together.

"What is Srakal?! Are you crazy?!" asked the young man who sat down while checking the neck of the wine sag.

"I'm not crazy, Gondeeeessss! I just got off the scene!"

"The Mountain Slave Hunter Group chief you mean?!"

"Yes! Right!" Srakal justifies with vigor. "While the place is being closed because it is under investigation Senopati Sundul Mega, I am allowed to look for a moment."

"Jiahhh who is still a brother with Sang Senopati ...!" another young man quipped, his hair disheveled with the upper front teeth slightly forward.

"Not that, Prongossss!" Srakal almost clasped his friend's head before continuing,

"You know? What is circulating is right! The killer was so cruel. Almost all of the heads of the Mountain Slave Hunter Group were destroyed! Blood mixed with broken polo splattered everywhere! It looks like I won't have any appetite for the next few days! It is likely that the perpetrators of the massacre were from the black community. Ah no, the blacks are black!"

At the very back table, hearing the conversation, the ripe-looking young man dressed in all-red who was eating food crazily stopped the chewing motion to say to his tablemate,

"Absolutely? Is there a black group?"

"Continue eating. It's not good to eat while talking!"

The two went back to listening.

"You only need to drink the juice of bratawali, then it will be good to eat again, Srakal!" respond to the young man next to Srakal.

"Ancoupling ... Cumpring, just learned the concoction for two days just to give you this recipe! And your clothes are like rishis! Ahhaha!" Srakal laughed out loud and gulped in his sack like a thirsty man, a week without drinking.

"I heard there were many women found inside the hall, is that true Ki Sanak?!" asked the young man at the back table in a loud voice.

"Ah yes!" Srakal seemed to remember something long forgotten. "When I went there were no women. But according to Senopati Sundul Mega, the women did exist, but have been evacuated. Ahha, are you interested in enjoying a woman's arms when the cold night comes, Ki Sanak?!"

"Don't you offer him, Ki Sanak! He's not old enough!" the young man dressed in red.

"Haha!" Everyone laughed out loud.

Not without reason they laugh, because in this kingdom, men in their seventeen years are highly recommended to marry. Even many of these Umuran youth who go to omah kajaliran.

After laughing together, Srakal exclaimed without hesitation, offering help,

"If you want, I can take you to see an angel in the omah kajaliran, Ki Sanak. You won't be disappointed! I'm sure you will**** prematurely!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Thank you, Ki Sanak. But I have not been attracted to omah kajaliran. I'm more interested in the women found in the Mountain Slave Hunter Group Hall."

"Ahh, what a pity. Not that I was bad to think, but most likely their fate would not be much different. So, if you want one of them, it looks like you should forget about it!"

"I mean, Ki Sanak?!" The young man who was one table with a mature youth dressed in all red tetiba stood up. Now a worn stone axe was hanging on his waist.

"Yes .. You know it yourself, the royal people are too!" Srakal answered lightly.

"Jaga, sit back. Control yourself!" said lirih youth dressed all in red.