About twenty miles from the East gate of Kai Fong is a small town named Hau Giam Tap.

The declining sun was already about to set that day. Citizens from all sides returned to the town; one carried things on his shoulder, the other carried on his head. It's quite an animated scene.

All of a sudden, at the corner of Sai Bak, sounds of frantic horse-hooves were heard vaguely from a distance. Hau Giam Tap lies right on the main road. Businessmen come and go like hooking threads on a loom (busy scene). Even the cavalry guests coming here is a normal thing, thus no one cared to pay any attention.

Sounds of horse-hooves came closer every second; and it's a whole battalion with at least 200 horsemen.

At that moment, the citizens in the town had just realized there's something unsual. They heard clearly the sound of frantic horse-hooves. Puzzled, they looked at each other and wondered, "Is this the officials?"

Someone said, "We better moved out of the way or the army will knock us over when they come by. If we lose our live, we won't even know where to ask (for the bodies)."

Suddenly, periods of blaring horn in between the horse-hooves were also heard. These periods of horn are like 'East calling, West replies', 'South calls out, North sings back'. Evidently, there's horn sounds in all directions. It was as though Hau Giam Tap has been surrounded.

Everyone was frightened and pale-faced. The ones with more knowledge would be predicting, "Are these thief bands?"

In the Ha An ware shop, a worker said, "Oh geez! I'm only afraid of those 'big brothers'!(dai gor)"

The shop owner named Wong has turned pale. He raised his shaking hand up as though wanting to hit the worker's head. He yelled, "Damn it! What are you talking about 'dai gor' and 'siu gor'? If you watch your mouth, when those 'dai yeh' come, your scampy life might be saved from death. Besides, there's no such things in bright daylight like this. Oh God! There must be something..." The second half of the sentence, his voice drifted clearly, then his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't speak another word.

Then, from the east side of the town was seen four or five horses running toward them.

The people riding the horses wore all black clothings, heads wore grass hats, hands carried shiny sabers. They yelled out loudly, "Fellow brothers! Stand still where you are and do not move. Whoever moves, don't blame these blades don�t have any eyes."

As they shout, they moved to the west. Iron-bounded horse-hooves beat on the green-stoned ground making terrifying stomping sounds. This group's shoutings hadn't stopped yet, on the west side, 7 or 8 other horsemen had already charged in. This group also wore black clothings. They wore their grass hats down, thus their faces couldn't be made out clearly. These people also shouted out loudly, "If you know better, stand still and everything will be fine! But if you want to have a taste of the blades, you can run out here."

The worker at the Ha An bazaar in deed was daring. He snickered and remotely said, "What flavor is there in those weapons to taste..."

This guy had short lips and small mouth. He thought that saying a little joke won't be harmful. But before he could finish, a person riding a yellow horse from the left had thrown a whip into the shop, hooked the worker's neck, then pulled back making him fall, rolling out to the street.

The person on the yellow horse rode forward, trailing the shop worker behind. The worker could only screamed once, then died imediately.

The people standing there saw how cruel the gang is. No one dared to move about.

Someone wanted to close the doors, but their feet were like glued to the ground, their bodies shook in fear. They couldn't walk even if they wanted to. From the Ha An shop six blocks down on the other side is a bakery shop. The frying-pan is boiling with oil; on the bamboo-wattle was 7 or 8 tarts. A humped-back old woman was shaping dough into small round balls, then pressed them down to flatten. She bended herself over the works, thus the mindboggling events happening infront of her eyes, she still pretended not to see. She was pouring onto the tarts some onion-oil fluid, then using the iron tongs, she put the tarts into the red-coal oven.

By this time, the horn from four sides had stopped blaring; the horses also stopped stomping. The seven, or eight hundred people in the town all are silent. Even the crying children were covered their mouths by their parents to prevent them from making sounds.

Everyone was ceasing their breath when crepitating sounds from the large road by the west side was heard. The sound was made by a leather whip which threw up and dropped down on the greenstone, hitting right by the dirty water drain. This person walked very leisurely, feet stepping seriously. Each step of his made everyone worry, thinking his feet are stepping on their hearts. The heavy, slow footsteps came nearer every second.

The sun was about to set behind the west hill. A trailing long shadow on the ground also followed the footsteps and moved in closers. The streets in Hau Giam Tap were covered with an extremely tense atmosphere. Everyone was scared; all stood there with they dull faces. Only the old woman continued to bake her tarts.

The crepitating sound of the leather whip ceased when it got to the bakery. The person holding the whip looked at the old woman from head to feet, and then suddenly snickered.

The old woman slowly looked up and saw a lanky person at about 45, 46 years old. His face is bumpy like tangerine skin with moles everwhere. His small, shiny eyes didn't stop moving around.

The old woman selling tarts nodded her head and asked, "Tai yeh wants to buy a tart? One dollar for each."

She then used the iron chopsticks and fished the tart out. The steaming hot tart was put on a spotless wooden board by the old woman. The lanky man smirked and said, "Give it to me!"

Then he put his left hand out. The old woman blinked one eye and said, "Yes, sir!"

She picked up the hot tart and placed it on his hand. The lanky man suddenly squinted his eyebrows angrily and shouted, "How dare you play with me?" He then threw the tart at the old lady, making a whoosh sound. The throw was extremely hard. Although the tart is very soft, it was thrown by a powerful force. If it hit the woman, she would be injured.

The old woman slowly titled her head. The tart flew pass her face and dropped down on the greenstone right by the dirty water drain.

After throwing the tart, the lanky man reached behind his back and pulled out a pair of hook weapons, making clinking sounds. The hook tip, with the declining sun's rays shining on it, flashed blinding your face. He said, "By now, you still won't hand it over or do you still want to escape? Ng, I think you should be reasonable."

The woman selling tarts looked at him and asked back, "I've always heard that An leader of Golden Saber (Kim To) camp regularly steals from the rich to help the poor. That's why in the pugilistic world, when someone mentioned him, they always called him 'dai hup' (hero). But why does he now send these �siu lau loh� to do wrong deeds ? Furthermore, you came to this poor selling-tart old woman's home to make trouble, what is the meaning of this?"

The lanky man hearing the old woman calling him 'siu lau loh' at Golden Saber camp, his usually short eyebrows, now is even shorter. He raged like a crazy person, shouting, "Ng To Yat! You really won�t hand it over?"

The old woman hearing him calling her by the correct name, couldn't help but trembled. She thought to herself, "These Golden Saber spies are really considerable!"

With her calm facial expression still on, she replied, "Using two hooks, you must be 'Tit Gau Chi' (Iron Hook Man?) Cheung Tai Wuen at Golden Saber camp?" In truth, this lanky man's name is Lee Tai Wuen, nicknamed "Sun Gau" (Hook God?)

Hearing Ng To Yat changing his name on purpose, and even called him by Tit Gau Chi instead of Sun Gau, he thought that she must be despising him. He can't be patient any longer. His left hand gave out the jiu 'Thu Ddao Cam Lai', hooking at the left shoulder of Ng To Yat.

Ng To Yat dodged her body to the right; Lee Tai Wuen's hook clasped into the empty space. But after this jiu, he used a crafty jiu. He drew his left hand back, the hook then was aimed right at Ng To Yat's back.

Ng To Yat suddenly sinked down to escaped this jiu. Next, she drew her foot and kicked at the oven. The red coals in the oven flew at Lee Tai Wuen. At the same time, the oil pan fell down on his head. Frightened, he startled and jumped back. He got away from the coals but not the oil pan. He screamed, "Ahhh..." The pan fulled of oil poured down on his two feet. He painfully yelled out loudly.

Ng To Yat put her feet together and jumped up in the air. She landed on the roof of the house on the opposite side. In her hands, she already held the iron pincers to pick coals.

Suddenly, a bright light shone. A saber blade aimed down at Ng To Yat's head. Ng To Yat raised the pincers up to parry it, making a sharp metal noise. The fire crackers splashed to four sides.

The coal-black pincers looked as though useless. But it was really casted with pure steel, thus was able to ward off the saber blade.

In the middle of this, a Lai Wah Duan Sherng (Pear Flower Short Lance?) and a pair of twin sabers from the right charged forward at the same time. Ng To Yat made a 'hmph' sound and yelled, "What a bunch of brazenfaced! You want to depend on more people to win?"

She then jerked her body and stood upright. With each hand holding a pincer, she warded off the cane on the left, saber on the right. So the pincers was separated in two, turning into two iron brushes.

The three people fighting Ng To Yat also wore black. When they saw her standing up straight, they couldn't help but be terrified because a humped-back woman now became a normal person!

Ng To Yat flung the brushes using treacherous jiu, all aiming at vital points on the opposing party. Even though it's one against three, she still gained advantage.

All of a sudden, they heard a clashing sound. The guy using the short lance yelled out.

With his left foot being hit, he rolled down from the roof and fell on the ground.

On the roof in the north-west corner stood a short and bony old geezer. He coldly looked at the three people fight with his hands behind his back. A white light glowed--another clashing sound resonated! The guy using the single saber was flung away his weapon by Ng To Yat's left brush. Next, he was kicked by the opposing party on the chest, also falled, rolling down onto the street.

Seeing so, the one using twin sabers became terrified, but still won't retreat. He twirled the pair of sabers like 'falling snow and flowers' covering himself to protect his body.

He's now only keeping his position, but can no longer attack.

The short bony geezer slowly stepped forward. With him coming hear, yet the brushes on one side and the sabers on the other still twirled around making whooshing horrifying wind noise. No matter which weapon he was to be hit by, he will be seriously injured.

But he still nonchalantly continued to approach the two as if there's nothing going on.

The guy using the twin sabers quickly yelled out, "Martial uncle, be careful!" He released a saber stroke, but couldn't retrieve it in time. The saber blade brushed over the geezer's back. The geezer used his two fingers to hold the saber's blade. The other man didn't hold it firmly, therefore lost it. The geezer released his fingers and the saber flew away.

At this time, the sun already ate the western mountains. The golden rays shone brightly.

The single saber on the sky flew speedily; the dawn light shone on it was quite eyes-capturing. It fell on the ground fast. People on the street all lifted their heads to look.

The other guy lost his saber; his hands and feet became perplexed. Ng To Yat ceasing the chance, thrushed her brush at his stomach. But that short skinny old geezer raised his left hand, grabbed the man's shoulder, and pulled him behind his back. At the same time, he raised a finger and pointed on Ng To Yat�s left side.

His move was incredibly fast. Ng To Yat saw clearly that she can thrush her brush at his chest, but he released the "ji" way too treacherously. She had to save herself first, thus retrieved the brush and hit it at his finger. The old geezer slightly moved his finger away to escape the foe's iron brush. At the same time, he raised his index finger and pointed at Ng To Yat�s throat. Ng To Yat already went out of bound and couldn't change her move. She just had to move back a step.

But just as Ng To Yat moved back a step, the old geezer also moved forward a step. He flung his right index finger and was about to point at the foe's stomach.

Ng To Yat knows how to use the iron brush, so obviously she is also a professional "pressure-pointer". She noticed each move the foe pointed at her all didn't reach their aim. However, she didn't dare to let the opposing party's hand touch her body.

Whoosh! Ng To Yat's right brush aimed to hit at the old geezer�s shoulder. The old man charged forward as if wanting to jump on her.

His actions had escaped from the enemy's brush move. At the same time, he used both hands, trying to hit Ng To Yat's chest.

Ng To Yat is huge. The old geezer's head only reached her neck. But his kung-fu is incredible! Using only two bare hands and yet he was able to take lead on the opposing party.

Ng To Yat, seeing that the enemy almost hit her stomach, was terrified and moved to the back.

Bam! Ng To Yat was already grabbed by her robe front by her enemy. Ng To Yat felt that her stomach is icy cool. In a moment of confusion, she did not get to see whether she was injured or not. She put her two hands together and released the jiu "Wan Po Luk Hop". The brushes' ends were aimed at the two side of the "Helios pressure points" of the geezer.

The old man didn't dodged nor defended himself. Instead, he charged forward. He released "sherng jerng" (twin blows?) hitting at Ng To Yat's chest. Some cracking sounds were heard. I wonders how many rib cases of hers were broken. Ng To Yat rolled from the roof and fell down onto the ground.

Lee Tai Wuen's legs were blistered by the spilled boiling oil. He yelled and shouted loudly, but because his legs were injured, he could not jump up on the roof to vie with the enemy. He also knew that the short bony old geezer Chu Mok is very arrogant and proud.

Once he has make his move, he doesn't want anyone to come and help. Therefore, Lee Tai Wuen can only raise his head and watch the two fight.

As soon as he saw Ng To Yat fell down from the roof, Lee Tai Wuen rushed there like a mad tiger. He raised his twin hooks and stabbed right through Ng To Yat's stomach.

Greatly satisfied, he looked up to the sky and laughed uncontrollably. Chu Mok quickly yelled out, "Don't kill her!" But it was too late! How can Ng To Yat survive when the sherng gau already went into her stomach?

Out of the blue, a black shadow appeared vaguely. Lee Tai Wuen screamed, "Ahh!" then staggeringly stepped back. On each side of his chest, there's an iron brush going straight from chest to behind the back. Blood from the wounded area shot out like a stream. He staggered a few steps and fell right down.

When Ng To Yat was on the verge of dying, she gathered her remaining energy and gave out a hard blow. Lee Tai Wuen wasn't on guard, thus was stabbed on a vital point.

Lee Tai Wuen's gang quickly rushed to him and held him up, but he'd already stopped breathing.

Chu Mok didn't care to pay attention to whether Lee Tai Wuen is alive or dead. He slightly moved his lips as though saying something. He pulled Ng To Yat up, but she's already dead. He squinted his eyebrows, shouting, "Take off her clothes and search thoroughly!"