I am a master in India

Chapter 69 Brother, you are blessed, this is cow dung!

Ron never imagined that his first experience of a gang conflict in Mumbai would be here!

When he was stitching Johnny up, he thought that one day in the future he would experience the same thing in the foreign exchange black market.

Later, he went to the smuggling area and rescued several dying hermits. After coming into contact with bundles of US dollars, he became numb.

The whole of Mumbai is a crime city, worse than Gotham. The officials, police and gangs here are no different, and the former are even more greedy.

This phenomenon of social harmony between black and white made him feel lucky. Gangs are just like that, not so much fighting and killing, but all about human relationships and social practices.

But today's gunshots woke him up. Gangs are gangs, and violence is their inherent nature.

"Damn it! Man! That was a gun! They were fighting!"

"I know, this guy Pant is probably in big trouble!"

The two ran all the way until they were out of the alley, then they looked at each other breathlessly.

To be honest, Ron couldn't understand why the pharmaceutical business could lead to a gang fight?
This isn't hemp, nor is it gold; its added value simply can't be compared. Compared to the former two, medicine is even more "legitimate" because it can be sold openly in pharmacies.

Ron and Luca are at most smugglers, and smugglers that the Indian government welcomes. How could there be a fight in such a business?

"Ron, what do we do now? Our business is going to fail!"

"Don't think about business for now, let's get out of here first."

"Shit! I knew this wouldn't go so smoothly because last time was so wonderful."

"Listen, Luca, this was an accident. Things like this don't happen every day in Mumbai. Maybe we just happened to run into it, like winning the lottery."

"I've only been to Mumbai twice. Are the odds of winning the Indian lottery different from other places? Oh, shit! I stepped on something."

Because he was walking too fast, Luca stepped into the pile of excrement and his foot was up to his ankle.

“Brother, you are blessed, this is cow dung!”

"Just laugh it off! This is the grand prize you were talking about, huh?"

"Don't be impatient. I won't laugh. Really, I promise not to laugh. Come, there's a faucet over there. Let's go and flush."

After finally suppressing his smile, Ron took Luca to wash his feet. After giving the guard 2 rupees, they were allowed to use the tap.

God knows why they have to charge a fee. This is clearly an infrastructure project of the city hall, but at this time, neither of them has the heart to care about it.

After hurriedly washing his feet and changing into Indian-style sandals, Luca found a rock and sat down with a depressed look on his face.

"Ron, we have to think of a solution. Do you have any other options? I'm risking everything I have, including my Brazilian friends. I can't go back empty-handed, or everything will be ruined!"

"Don't be impatient. You can't be impatient in India. This is a country without impatient people. Let's go get some information first. Didn't Pant say three days later? He must have been prepared."

"You're too optimistic, man. That guy's been beaten up. In Brazil, that usually means the end of a gang."

"This is India. The most rigorous logic in the world doesn't apply here." Ron comforted him.

"Should I be happy, Bro? This seems worse."

"You don't know this place yet. Let's go to Leopold."

"What are we going there for? Drinking? Well, we need a couple of drinks to calm our nerves."

When Ron and Luca entered Leopold's Bar, Viraj was talking to Hela and the others. "The problem with Indian women is the men. They are willing to change. Indian girls from middle-class families are eager to change, yaar."

They are educated and accept short hair, short skirts, and short relationships. They are willing to change, but men hold them back. The average Indian man matures by 14, you know what I mean, he just wants to do that.”

“What do you mean? I want to hear this.” Hela showed interest.

At this time, another person came in. It was Kavya. Like Ron and the others, she did not interrupt everyone first, but stood behind Viraj and listened to him talk.

With her stylish short hair, jeans and a white sweater, she is the living Indian woman that Viraj talks about.

"You are such a jerk, Viraj!" Kavya sat down opposite him without any hesitation and pulled Ron to the table.

"You say all that, and yet you're just as bad as any other Indian man. If your sister dares to wear jeans and a tight sweater, yaar, see what you'll say to her."

"Ron? Damn, did you two just crawl out of a cesspool?" Viraj fanned his nose in disgust.

"Don't interrupt me, just keep talking about the topic you were talking about." Kavya didn't let him go.

“Hey, I bought her a tight-fitting sweater when I was in London last year,” Viraj retorted.

"But you still gave her a bad look when she wore it to a jazz concert, didn't you?"

"Oh, I didn't know she would wear that outside."

Viraj's words, knowing that he was in the wrong, drew loud laughter from everyone, and he himself laughed the loudest.

"Brother Ron, what's going on with you? This smell reminds me of the slums. Are you and those drug dealers meeting there?" After laughing for a while, Viraj cleverly changed the subject.

"Sorry, something happened and I didn't have time to take a shower." Ron shrugged.

"What's the problem? Maybe I can help." Viraj has been very idle lately. Unless he goes out traveling, he has almost nothing to do.

"Actually, it's the drug dealer. He seems to be caught up in a gang fight. We were planning to finalize the deal today."

"Ron is right. We are looking for other ways to do business. We can't just do half of the business." Luca nodded in agreement.

"Mumbai has been in turmoil recently, with violent clashes happening everywhere." Viraj frowned. He didn't like it.

"They must be from the Shiva Army. Look, they're over there." Dirang raised his chin towards a table in the distance.

There was a group of Indian men there, eating and drinking without paying any attention to the people around them. They all had typical Indian beards.

"Dude, what is the Silva Army?" Luca cautiously looked away.

"These Sainiks (soldiers) are working for the Hindu nationalist community. In popular parlance, they're called thugs, you know, the kind who do the dirty work."

Dirang has been in Mumbai for several years and he knows the distribution of power here very well.

“So this group is going to eradicate crime in Mumbai?” Luca asked.

"On the contrary!" Dirang took a sip, his eyes focused on the distance.

"What do you mean, this group is a mafia group? Man," Luca turned to look at Ron, "is this also an Indian specialty?"

"Indian products are considered specialties when you take them abroad. Let's hear what Dirang has to say first."

He knows nothing, but nothing is surprising in India.

(End of this chapter)