Reply Revenge of the Swordsman
Red Fan Demon

"Eh, do you all not want to live anymore?" scold the young man.

Ten gambling house beaters surrounded the young man, and prepared to wait for orders from their employer.

"Sang that young man!" call them to attack the young man together.

But suddenly a red object flashed followed by a high shrill sound, the young man's body moved then a red light flashed and there was a loud sound in the afterimages flying all over and slashing the necks of each owner.

"Aaaargh...!"

Horrible screams when the bodies of dozens of heroes collapsed following in a state of lifelessness again.

The red-clothed youth was now standing upright, his left hand was on his waist and his right hand was holding a red fan which he then moved to fan himself.

The two young man's eyes stared intently at Mao chow and his lips smiled sinisterly.

"How will you try again or pay my winnings!" exclaimed the red-clothed youth furiously.

Mao Chow was silent and did not move in the slightest. His feelings are now mixed.

Seeing that his opponent had no movement to give his winning money, the young man's right hand moved the fan slowly towards his body.

"Huh, that's a fan....! But it's red!" exclaimed Xiao Yu who had been watching and could not believe what he saw.

"That fan reminds me of someone?" it murmured in Xiao Yu's heart that was getting curious to know who the young man was.

"Siauw Fu, the Devil's red fan...!" shouted one of the servants Mao Chow when he saw the attitude of the young man in red clothes, and everyone was surprised and remembered the story of the Red Fan Swordsman who at the time of two years shocked several cities with his terrible actions.

A handsome young man in red but very cruel football lunge. No matter how many people he had killed and especially the beautiful women he met, it would definitely kidnap them and then he would have fun with those women.

Every time he saw a young woman and girl, he was lured and persuaded to use all his tricks and forced to be his lover for five days, and then the girl or woman would surely kill him.

And the thing he hates when referred to as the Red Fan Demon.

Hearing someone know his identity, the Red fan swordsman was his right hand that was still holding the fan then he threw the fan at the person who dared to say his name earlier.

"Weeit...!"

"Aaaargh...!"

A second later the red fan hit its target, the person who had mentioned his identity screamed and collapsed instantly and no longer alive.

"Who else would dare call me Satan?" asked the young man named Siauw Fu who was staring intently at everyone in front of him.

The guests and servants of the gambling house turned pale and retreated in fear.

"Hey Mao Chow! I don't pay my money soon. I have to force you!" exclaim Siauw Fu loudly.

Mao Chow thought for a moment, and quickly smiled widely and took a step forward and saluted by lowering his head.

"Mao chow! you do not need to wash your lips with honey. I don't want to get to know and relate to you, and your people. Then no need to say much more, let's quickly pay my winning money a thousand pieces of gold!" exclaimed the red-clothed youth furiously.

Mao Chow's face turned pale, he quickly jutted until his eel almost touched the ground, and so did all his men

''Of course I will pay you, miss. But a thousand pieces of gold is not a small amount. Wherever I can pay for it, because now there is not that much cash. Please you give me three days, I will collect and exchange my valuables for a thousand pieces of gold. Please miss consider it." said Mao Chow in the lowest tone.

"Hem! if according to the rules you make, after losing the gamble and not being able to pay it should be killed! But let me give you three days, after which I will come to take your money or your head!" exclaim Siauw Fu with a threatening tone.

"Good sir, I will not break my promise!" mao Chow said with trembling.

The young man then took his money which he bet on the table, then he put the money into the bundle.

After carrying his bundle, Siauw Fu with a firm step out of the gambling house while shaking his red fan slowly.

Everyone followed him with wide-eyed glances and bated breaths, and yet dared to move before the young man disappeared from their sight.

After the red-clothed young man disappeared from their sight, the guests quickly left the room and the servants were busy tending to the gardens of his dead friends.

While Mao Chow himself quickly collected his valuables, then told one of his servants to prepare a horse carriage.

Once the horse carriage was available, Mao Chow brought the precious objects he could carry into the carriage. And before long it seemed that the owner of this gambling house had climbed into the horse carriage and controlled it out of the city of Ang Keng heading west.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yu, who was currently wearing white clothes, chased after the departure of Siauw Fu who had climbed onto his horse.

"People at the gambling house had already been taught a lesson by the young man, but I was very curious about the fan the young man had brought. Hm..! does he have anything to do with the death fan demon?" exclaimed in the heart of Xiao Yu who continued to chase the red-clothed young man carrying the red fan.

Xiao Yu continued to run with a lightening stance on his body. And the shadow of his past was recalled, where all his family was slaughtered by Siauw Bo the Devil fan death.

It happened ten years ago.

Since ancient times, the people of mainland China have known the consciousness to work together, therefore there is a saying, namely :

"Crying and laughter are heard more quickly by a close neighbor than by a distant family."

One day inside the walls of the ancient house, which was in the valley of the Thousand Swords. There was the sound of the roar of crying calling out the name of the dead man.

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