I'm a Master in India

Rajakanu's sudden betrayal shocked and enraged Iqbal.

He rushed forward, intending to teach him a lesson.

However, someone blocked his path, not Ron, nor Vinod and the others, but the surrounding crowd.

They pulled him, shoved him, and refused to let him take a single step forward.

"Bastards! Dare to block me!" Iqbal angrily wanted to throw a punch, but tripped over something under his feet.

Several people beside him were preparing to help, but they were also blocked.

The scene became somewhat chaotic for a moment, and Iqbal pointed at Rajakanu and shouted.

"Don't forget who you belong to!" His eyes were full of threat.

"Whom he belongs to is not for you to decide. Rajakanu, continue speaking." Ron stood in the middle, blocking his view.

Rajakanu's words had already piqued everyone's curiosity.

This conflict seemed to have another story, and they wanted to hear the whole thing.

Of course, they were also happy to help this kind Brahmin doctor.

His kindness greatly encouraged those present, so they all held down Iqbal and his men, preventing them from moving.

Vinod and the others also reacted, no longer regarding Rajakanu as an enemy, but stepping forward to subtly shield him behind them.

Ron turned his head and gave Rajakanu a reassuring look. The latter still had fear in his eyes, but he still spoke.

"Iqbal instructed me to do it. He told me to take advantage of the chaos to steal the things from Vinod's table."

"Nonsense!" Iqbal struggled, but it was useless.

"Continue." Ron signaled everyone to be quiet.

Having already gone all out, Rajakanu simply poured out everything he had in his stomach like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Iqbal said that you guys were stealing everyone's business. If you weren't driven away, everyone would starve in the future and end up as sidewalk dwellers."

"And then you were supposed to use your injury to stir up public anger and drive us away?" Ron asked.

"No, no, that's not it. Iqbal initially told me that your secrets were all in the manual, and if we grabbed that, we could also attract customers."

"Then how did you get injured?" Ron coaxed.

"Vinod pushed me, and when I hadn't steadied myself, Iqbal threw me against the pillar."

Rajakanu's words caused an uproar among the onlookers. It turned out that this was really Iqbal's own scheme.

"So Iqbal lied to you? He just wanted to use your injury to bewitch everyone into driving us away?"

Facing Ron's questioning gaze, Rajakanu lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

What could he do? He was just a Dalit whom everyone could bully. Facing a thug like Iqbal, even if he knew he was being used, he could only grit his teeth and go down the dark path.

After being thrown away like a rag and getting a cut on his back, Rajakanu never thought of going to Iqbal to argue.

He only hoped that the other party would give him a tip of a few dozen rupees afterward, seeing that he was still somewhat useful.

Until… until Ron appeared.

"The matter is very clear," Ron looked around, "We are operating legally, but…"

Before he could finish speaking, Iqbal suddenly erupted. He kicked away the people around him, preparing to capture the leader first.

He couldn't let Ron continue speaking. Once this matter was concluded, he would have no way to survive in this area in the future, and no one would be willing to follow him.

With just one punch, he could shut this Brahmin up.

Bang! Iqbal flew out.

The train station was silent for a moment. Such a big man, 90 kilograms, was sent flying like a rag.

It was Johnny! This wild bull shook his leg, seemingly to relieve the numbness.

"Your timing is perfect," Ron smiled.

"This guy is a bad seed." Johnny spat disdainfully.

Iqbal, who had fallen to the ground, wanted to stand up in a daze.

But someone took the lead, and someone went up and added a kick.

The situation quickly spiraled out of control, and the onlookers responded one after another.

Some slapped his face, some poked his eyes, and most left a pair of big footprints.

They were furious, grabbing Iqbal and beating him. The latter had a strong body, but he was unable to use it at all.

Ron watched in stunned silence. He could guarantee that he had not promised these onlookers a base salary of 500 rupees.

Johnny was also a little surprised, but of course he wouldn't refuse if someone else was doing the work.

At this time, Anand, who didn't know where he had come from, squeezed in front of Ron, panting.

When he saw this scene, he rushed up and punched and kicked Iqbal without saying a word.

"Scum! A scum who bullies the poor!"

After everyone vented their anger, Johnny picked up the dusty Iqbal.

Without saying a word, he landed more than a dozen slaps, alternating between left and right.

"Kid, don't you even look at who you're messing with?"

At this time, Iqbal finally saw who the person in front of him was. He cried out in fear, but did not dare to resist, only begging for mercy.

"I'm taking the person away, and no one will come looking for trouble in the future." Johnny dragged Iqbal away by one leg.

None of the little thugs who had been by the latter's side dared to step forward to stop him.

It wasn't until Johnny left with the person that the familiar patrolman hurried over.

His collar was half-open, and there was lipstick on his neck, as if he had just retreated from a certain battlefield.

He rushed over to apologize, and then, without waiting for Ron to respond.

He grabbed his stick and chased after Iqbal's surviving subordinates.

"Untouchables! You untouchables!" The patrolman's stick was much more ruthless than Anand's fists and feet.

The sound of the beating made Ron's eyelids twitch.

Damn, that's too cruel, aiming for the head.

The thugs hugged their heads and scurried away, not daring to fight back.

Having dealt with the police often, they knew that they should never confront the police at any time.

Being beaten now, at worst, they would have to squat for a few days afterward. But if they dared to fight back, people would die in jail.

The crowd gathered here also booed, seemingly not satisfied, helping the police to surround and intercept them.

Ron had been watching the show from beginning to end, a little confused.

"Why are they so excited?" Ron quietly asked Anand beside him.

"You are a good person, Ron. Iqbal is not only bad, but he also bullies the poor. He betrayed his own group."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that! Indians value loyalty the most, and this is a place where loyalty is valued."

Ron didn't quite understand, he hadn't figured out the logic.

The denunciation was coming to an end, and the patrolman tied the bruised and battered thugs' hands with cable ties.

The clothes of several people were torn all over, and some had a few clear shoe prints on their foreheads.

Seeing these people in such a mess, the crowd cheered and laughed. Nothing is more satisfying than seeing the wicked punished.

"Ron, you have won everyone's respect. A Brahmin doctor is willing to personally treat the untouchables, you will never know how shocking this is."

From Anand's eyes, Ron thought of something terrible. He suspected that today, regardless of whether Iqbal and the others had a just reason, they would be beaten.

Just because he stood on the opposite side of a Brahmin doctor who was willing to treat Dalits, that's all.

Ron didn't know if this was a victory for the caste system or a victory for justice.

Iqbal's gang was wiped out, and the noisy crowd gradually dispersed. Only the apprehensive Rajakanu and a few figures hiding in the back were left.

"Rajakanu," Ron waved to the thin figure.

"Mr. Sur," Rajakanu cautiously approached.

"Are you familiar with the roads in Mumbai?"

"I know every alleyway here, the back door of every hotel, and the shortcuts in every slum."

"Okay, you will work in my company from now on, do you know the rules?"

"I know! I know! Every guide in the train station knows!"

Ron needed this kind of fast-moving living map. As the Mumbai Tourist Information Company expanded, without telephones, it was very necessary to have such people to pass on messages.

The overjoyed Rajakanu wanted to squat down and touch Ron's feet, asking him to bestow blessings.

But after a slight hesitation, he finally touched the ground at the tip of Ron's shoes and retreated.

In any case, being favored by the Mumbai Tourist Information Company was a great joy.

Now, which of these peers in the train station doesn't know about the Mumbai Tourism Reception Center? The customers they couldn't attract even with great effort took the initiative to come to their door.

While everyone was puzzled, they were also very envious, because only with customers can there be income.

Ron looked at those who hadn't run away, but were hesitating and not daring to come over. He knew it was time.