I'm a Master in India

"Master! Master!" Muna ran over, crying, "Please save my brother!"

"Muna?" Ron went to meet him, "What's going on?"

"My brother, quickly take a look at my brother!"

Muna's uncles awkwardly put down the stretcher made of wooden planks, then stepped aside and looked over expectantly.

Ron stepped forward, and his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The young man on the wooden plank didn't look old, and was still wearing elaborate groom's attire.

But there was a large hole in his right eye, and blackish-red blood and suspicious paste-like substance flowed out of his eye socket, hideously covering half of his face.

Ron squatted down, checked for his breath, and then placed his fingers on his wrist for a moment.

"Muna."

"Master, your divine medicine! Please use the divine medicine to save my brother, just like you saved me last time." Muna pleaded.

He had also been shot last time and thought he was going to die. But the Master saved him with that miraculous medicine.

"Muna, it's too late." Ron slowly stood up.

"Master..." Muna was sobbing uncontrollably.

Ron shook his head. The person on the ground was already a corpse; Shiva himself couldn't save him.

Muna cried loudly. That was his dearest brother.

His mother had died of illness, his father had died spitting blood, and now his only remaining close relative, his brother, was also dead.

Last night, the donkey carried his brother's corpse all night, and Muna chased after it all night.

He was full of hope, bringing his brother here to the Master, then begging for a dose of divine medicine.

Now it was all over, everything was over, it was too late.

Mother, father, brother...

Muna kept crying, unable to stop.

He had too many questions. Why, even though the two beasts who plagued the countryside were dead, his family still couldn't live a good life?

He was clearly already wearing a Khaki uniform and had become a big shot in the village.

His brother had clearly found a job on the construction site and didn't have to climb onto trucks to make a living in the city.

Their family clearly had hope, so why were people around him still dying one after another?

He couldn't understand it. He couldn't even do anything to the murderer.

Muna's uncles comforted him, saying that everyone in the family loved him and they needed to handle Raja's funeral first.

They said a lot, but they never mentioned the murderer from beginning to end.

They were just low caste, how could they dare to trouble the high caste?

Those people had cars and guns, they must be big shots from the city.

Ron sighed as he watched, but Ratan suddenly thought of something.

"Muna, who shot your brother?"

"It was them," Muna slowly raised his head, "The King of Mirzapur, I know him."

"Are you sure?"

"He was driving that white car, he just came here last time, Master, you know."

Ron's eyes moved. He remembered Muna had mentioned this before.

"Muna, tell me everything that happened last night, don't miss anything." Ron instructed him.

Muna stopped crying. He described in detail what happened at the wedding, and several uncles also chimed in with additions.

After listening to their accounts, Ron and the others were almost certain that the injuries to the mine workers were also caused by that group.

"That young man should be the Tripathi Family's son."

"Who cares what damn King he is, I'll take people to wipe them out right now." Ratan was about to gather people without a second thought.

Ron stopped him in time. Going like this would result in a huge loss.

"We don't even know their power, manpower, or connections. It's too reckless."

"Mirzapur is just a small city, brother." Ratan didn't take the Tripathi Family seriously.

"Don't forget we were just rural landlords in Varanasi before. They've been in the arms business here for so many years, maybe they have more guns than us. Going like this will lead to a huge loss."

"But we can't just let this go, otherwise how will the Sur family look?"

"Of course, the mine workers were shot, and Muna's brother was also shot and killed. This is completely a murder case. We need to put some pressure on Lucknow."

"Oh, you mean?" Ratan's eyes lit up.

"Yadav definitely doesn't want to see an accident at the mine now. He boasted about it in front of the media. Our cement plant is being treated as a benchmark project for Uttar Pradesh."

Recently, newspapers in Uttar Pradesh had been reporting on this matter. Ron had even gone to Lucknow to attend a media conference.

Uttar Pradesh's development in the past relied entirely on agriculture, and previous ministers all saw making money as their duty. There were no decent industrial projects in the entire state.

The appearance of the Sur cement plant attracted extensive media coverage in the state, and Yadav unceremoniously took all the credit for himself.

At this critical juncture, something happened at the mine, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

"This matter won't end so easily. The Tripathi Family must at least provide an explanation."

Ron wasn't a great philanthropist anymore. He knew that in Uttar Pradesh, sometimes you had to show your fists.

"I understand, I'll go make calls right away and also investigate their background." Ratan already knew what to do.

"Call some other family members over too, there are still too few people at the mine." Ron instructed him.

The Sur family had a large population. Ron alone had seven or eight cousins.

Some were married, some were doing business in the city, and had already settled in Varanasi.

But there were also a few who had just graduated from school, and this was a good time to bring them over to help manage things at the mine.

At critical times, family members were more reliable. Ron didn't dare to use outsiders.

"Master, thank you." Muna knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

He didn't understand politics. He only knew that the Master was going to seek justice for his brother.

"The Sur family will not mistreat its own people."

"Master, if you need manpower to go to Mirzapur, please take me."

Ron was stunned for a moment, then silently nodded.

Uttar Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, who knows how many such tragedies happen every day.

Coming back from Chanduali, Ram was in a good mood. Last night, not only did he force himself upon that beautiful girl, but her sister also didn't escape his clutches.

That was just an ordinary family. Facing a devil like him, the whole family dared not resist.

Whistling, Ram swung the keys in his hand and leisurely entered the living room.

His father Kalin, and his paralyzed grandfather, were enjoying lunch.

Ram sat down as if no one else was there. His stepmother, Bina, greeted him warmly, "Come, Ram Bai, I cooked mutton today."

"I ate outside." Ram sat down and picked up a nut, putting it into his mouth.

Kalin was saying something to the people next to him. They were holding pistols and seemed to be discussing the quality of the firearms.

Everyone in the family was used to all this, because this was the Tripathi Family's business.

After giving a few instructions, Kalin turned his head to look at his son.

"That batch of guns I asked you to deliver a few days ago, have they been delivered?"

"Not yet, Dad, I've been a bit busy lately, I'll go in a few days." Ram casually tossed peanuts into his mouth.

"Busy with what?" Kalin stared at him.

"Visiting some classmates, and the school election. I want to be the student union president."

"Is that so?" Kalin wiped his hands and sat up straight.

"That's right," Ram felt a little guilty, "I was soliciting votes from classmates, there was a bastard who wanted to compete with me, but I dealt with him, the problem is solved."

"Soliciting votes? Soliciting votes at female classmates' homes, and by the way, raping two sisters, and then killing a groom on the road?"

"Dad," Ram swallowed, "That was just an accident."

"You idiot! Our Member of Parliament in Lucknow called the house!"

Kalin threw the towel at his son's face, so angry he wanted to slap him.

"Impossible, Dad, that was just a low caste village, they wouldn't dare to oppose the Tripathi Family."

"What about the mine?" Kalin stared at him.

"I..." Ram was speechless, "I was drunk, there was no one in the wilderness at night, so I just fired two shots randomly."

"And you happened to hit their workers, huh?"

Ram was startled, "That was a coincidence, I didn't intentionally shoot at people..."

"Ram," Kalin interrupted him, "The problem isn't shooting, the Tripathi Family has the right to shoot. The important thing is who you shoot at. I told you many times about that mine, don't touch it now!"

Kalin angrily ordered a servant to bring a basin to wash his hands. He hadn't eaten much lunch yet, but now he had no appetite at all.

In the morning, MP Rao called him and said that the Sur family was inquiring about him.

Then Gupta from the police station also came to tip him off, saying that Ram had killed a groom and injured workers at the mine.

Only then did Kalin know what had happened. His son's reckless actions had put him in a very passive position.

Even the Chief Minister seemed to be paying attention to this matter. He regarded the cement company in Mirzapur as an important political achievement during his term.

Kalin didn't want to conflict with the Sur family at this time. His rule in Mirzapur was deeply entrenched, and he could take his time to strategize.

Ram had disrupted his plan, and now he had to directly face the Sur family's possible attack.

"Dad, you are the King here. We can just take over that mine and do it ourselves."

"Do it ourselves?" Kalin almost laughed in anger, "Do you know how much it costs to invest in that project? One hundred million rupee! Are you going to pay for this?"

Ram was stunned. He hadn't expected the mine business to be so expensive. The Tripathi Family did have an arms factory, but the combined scale of their business was only in the tens of millions.

Even including all the black market activities and smuggling, they might not be able to raise one hundred million rupee.

"Yadav won't allow us to mess around, he at least wants to see the mine and cement plant built." Kalin was very clear about the key points.

The Tripathi Family's opportunity would come after the cement plant was built and production was on track.

Kalin had already inquired. The Sur family had only given Yadav a kickback but held tightly onto the shares in the mine.

The Tripathi Family only needed to promise Yadav a certain percentage of shares, and he would definitely support Kalin in taking over the cement plant.

No alliance is unbreakable, interests are key.

But now was not the time. No one could touch the mine in the Sur family's hands.

Yadav was already warning Kalin through his subordinates not to extend his hand too far.

That dead low caste groom should have been ignored. As a result, the Sur family used him to make an issue, forcing the state police station to open an investigation.

Gupta from the sub-station had already received notice from above. This case had to be given an explanation one way or another.

"Who was with you last night?" Kalin asked.

"Guru and Pranav." Ram was confused.

Kalin gave a look to Makbu, the tall man by the dining table, who immediately understood and left.

"Dad..." Ram seemed to realize something.

"Ram, remember this. If you want to be the King of Mirzapur, you cannot treat anyone around you as a friend." Kalin was expressionless.

Soon, Makbu brought in the short Guru. Pranav had gone to the countryside and wasn't in town.

"Kalin!" The short follower Guru excitedly stepped forward and performed the touch-feet ritual.

He usually only hung out with Ram. Getting summoned by Kalin himself today made him indescribably excited.

"Guru," Kalin smiled, "You are Ram's capable subordinate, right?"

"Of course, I can die generously for Ram Bai!" The short Guru thumped his chest loudly.

"Alright, now's your chance." Kalin smiled with satisfaction.

"What?" Guru looked left and right, confused.

The tall Makbu stepped forward. Guru finally saw something wrong in his eyes, it was killing intent.

He completely didn't understand what was happening, but instinct drove him to run.

However, before he could even take a step, Guru was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Makbu.

Guru's legs dangled in the air. He kicked hard but couldn't say a word.

Kalin picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, acting as if no one else was there. Ram watched silently, his eyes trembling.

Finally, Guru stopped struggling. He widened his eyes, dying with his eyes open.

"Send the body to the mine, tell Gupta, the case can be closed." Kalin got up and went upstairs.