Vol 4 Chapter 12 (1/2)
Chapter 12
“You can torture me all you like, but the whereabout of the Sultan shall never come out of my mouth!”
“Hehehe…” laughed Saint Macan Seta while standing frorapes He walked to the front of Si man’s head
“Derunted The young ht foot to kick at Saint Macan Seta’s shi+n But sos felt indescribably heavy and immoveable Meanwhile, his head that was held by Saint Macan Seta felt incredibly hot, and also painful, as if it was stabbed by hundreds of needles! Fro man’s entire body
The young man cried in pain When the pain beca miserably, a scream that seeruesome Cold sweat started to soak Siman Tjonet’s entire body
“Still don’t want to talk?” barked Parit Wulung
“Cursed traitors! The day of vengeance shall befallen upon all of you!”
“Kill hi
The Saint chuckled, his pal stableman’s skull Smoke rose up from the palm of the Saint
Si louder and it even turned into wails From his seven apertures, thick dark blood flowed out His knees buckled and severalman’s body crashed on the floor, lifeless! Saint Macan Seta chuckled at this turn of event
And Parit Wulung once ht in This prisoner surprisingly was a young woman with beautiful feature
The young woman screamed at the scene as she entered the chamber Both her untied hands covered her face and eyes The horror made her body trembled as she witnessed the head and body of Said Ulon as
well as the lifeless body of the stableman!
Saint Singo Ireng stopped his hand that was about to scoop in sole inch of the young woman’s body, from the top of her head all the way to her toes
“Ah… ah… ah!!! This one you h to be my toy!” said the lion-faced Saint
Parit Wulung paid no heed to what he said He told the young woman, “Suri Intan, you don’t need to be afraid or worried nobody will hurt you here…”
“I don’t trust you! Get me out of here!” yelled the woman Suri Intan was the wife of Bradja Paksi, the deceased Head of the Banten Ardom As Bradja Paksi’s sister wasand Suri Intan had a pretty decent familial relationshi+p
Parit Wulung forced his smile when he heard what the woman said, “Suri, do you knohere Sultan Hasanuddin hides? Also the old advisor Mangkubumi Mitra…?”
The wo “Get me out of here!” she shouted
“My sweet Goddess…” Singo Ireng stepped in “You are indeed going out of here… I’ll take you out and us till have some fun at my place in the Northern Coast But, how about before we leave you tell anything that you know about the Sultan…”
“I know nothing about the Sultan All I know is that you all are damnable cursed traitors and rebels! God’s payback will surely fall upon you all!”
“Ah… ah… ah! You sure speak well, dear…!” said Singo Ireng He stood up fro closer to Suri Intan he continued, “I like women that can speak her heart well…” he stood two steps away fro in glee when he looked at the beautiful wo “I’, “that this wo about the Sultan Parit Wulung, please allow me to take my leave early to take her to the room next door… hehehe…!”
“Singo Ireng! Stop talking with your dk We have to firstwas Macan Seta, Singo Ireng’s brother