I'm a Master in India

Kicking open the car door, Ron was the first to get out, while Mary and the others in the back seat were still shivering as they unbuckled their seatbelts.

"Quick! We have to get out of here!" Ron pulled Mary, who was closest to his side, out of the car.

However, Lena's side of the car door was jammed, and her attempts to force it open with her shoulder failed.

Ron glanced up and saw that her door was being blocked by another car.

To get her out from this side, they would have to move the two bulging backpacks that filled the space between the seats.

"Come and help!" Ron shouted at Mary, and the two of them started trying to pull the backpacks apart.

Lena hadn't been that scared at first, but seeing Ron's anxious expression, a hint of fear suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Why was he so nervous? Was the car about to explode? That's how it often happened in movies.

Besides, Lena and the others had taken taxis in Mumbai a few times, and the rear windows usually only opened a few centimeters, and now the car door was jammed.

If the car caught fire and exploded, she would be burned alive.

"Ron! Mary! Help me!" Lena cried out as she tried to ram the door again, but it was no use.

With the situation critical, Ron pulled out the small knife from his pocket and frantically cut the straps of the backpack, scattering the contents, but there was no time to worry about that.

"Quick! This way! Lena!" He flattened the front seat, trying to free up some space.

Lena grabbed his arm as if her life depended on it, and Ron pulled her out with all his strength.

At that moment, several faces appeared outside the car window, and Ron heard some excited voices, knowing that time was running out.

"Ron, the driver!" Although Mary hated the lunatic, she still wanted to help.

Ron looked towards the driver's seat, where the driver was slumped between the steering wheel and the door, motionless, but groaning softly.

Beneath his thin shirt, his spine, like a string of abacus beads, rose and fell with his slow, shallow breaths.

"Let's go, there's no time!" Ron grabbed Mary and Lena, one in each hand, and plunged into the surrounding crowd.

They blindly pushed and shoved until they squeezed out and sat down under a hawthorn tree on the nearby sidewalk, checking each other for injuries.

Ron had a scratch on his eyebrow, but it was nothing serious, and a few aches and pains elsewhere.

Mary had a cut under her ribs, and Lena seemed to have a bruise on her arm, which was already swelling up.

"God, I thought the car was going to explode. But it's fine, Ron," Lena said, sitting on the ground, her chest heaving.

"Fine?" Ron turned to look at her.

"You were so panicked when you ran away from the car, it scared me half to death. I thought it was going to catch fire, but it seems okay now."

"Oh," Ron said, turning his head to stare ahead, "You thought I was worried about the car catching fire? No, I was worried about the crowd catching fire, take a look at what they're doing now."

The three of them stood up, enduring the pain in their bodies, and looked towards the scene of the accident ten meters away.

In the distance, dozens of people had surrounded the four cars that had crashed together, some of whom were trying to pull the drivers and passengers out of the damaged vehicles.

Others had gathered in groups, gesturing and shouting, and more people were pouring in from all directions.

Because of the accident, the drivers and passengers of the other cars that were blocked behind also joined in, and the number of people grew to over a hundred.

Then one of them became the focus, the taxi driver that Ron and the others had been riding in.

Because of his recklessness, a woman in the car in front was seriously injured and was immediately covered with a white cloth and carried away.

A man who looked like her husband suddenly rushed towards Ron's taxi and pulled open the car door.

The crowd reacted in unison, immediately dragging the injured and disoriented taxi driver out of the car and throwing him onto the hood.

The driver raised his hands, begging for mercy weakly, but dozens of hands rose and fell on him, pulling and beating him.

His face, chest, and abdomen were pummeled, and fingernails left scratches on his body, tearing his mouth, the gash almost reaching his ear.

All of this happened in an instant, and Mary and Lena watched in horror.

"Oh my god, we have to do something."

"There are already plenty of people doing something, ladies," Ron said weakly, waving his hand.

"No, I mean, can't we save him?"

Ron rolled his eyes at them, "You've seen it, getting into a car accident in Mumbai is a very bad thing. You have to get out of there as soon as possible, otherwise we would be lying on the hood right now."

The crowd's beating was quick and fierce, and the driver's clothes had already been torn off, his body covered in blood.

Then, at some command, he was lifted high above their heads and carried away.

His legs together, his arms outstretched, his posture was like being crucified, disappearing into the angry crowd.

This scene gave Mary and the others a great shock, and they didn't understand.

Why would a car accident lead to a driver being publicly executed, where were the police?

Not to mention them, even Ron couldn't understand it. It was like the last time the crowd beat up Iqbal at the train station, no one could understand the Indian mindset.

In this country, anything unbelievable can happen, it's like a divine realm on earth.

"Alright, now we should go take care of our injuries," Ron said, withdrawing his gaze.

"Can we not go to the hospital?"

"Why are you all so afraid of hospitals, like you're afraid of police stations?"

"We can take care of these injuries ourselves."

"Let me do it," Ron sighed.

"You?"

"Didn't I tell you, I'm also a doctor?" Ron boasted without blushing.

An hour later, the three of them returned to the hotel, and Ron brought his first aid kit with him.

Lena's arm was now in a sling, luckily it wasn't broken, and it should recover in a while.

Mary's wound under her ribs... Hmm, she lifted up her clothes, and a large breast swayed, making Ron feel uneasy.

"Hey, I can feel your hand shaking," Mary giggled, teasing him.

"I'm a normal man, and can you hold it up, it's affecting my vision."

"Don't you have another hand? Do you need me to teach you?"

"This bitch is in heat!" Lena complained from the side.

"Who was it who clearly had an injured arm, but was also eager to strip off their top just now, huh?"

"Don't say you didn't think about it, bitch, you couldn't wait to swallow him whole!"

"Hey!" Ron raised his hand, signaling them to stop, "Let's talk about serious matters, what are you planning to do next?"

Mary and Lena both fell silent, because their backpacks had been left in the taxi during the car accident.

Although they had managed to salvage a little, the loss was undoubtedly very large.

This was Mumbai, after all, things would disappear without a trace in less than thirty seconds.

It was almost impossible to go back and find them, and Mary and Lena weren't stupid enough to have such hopes.

Lighting a cigarette with her good arm, Lena said indifferently, "We'll find a way, we have some friends in Mumbai."

"Yes, if worst comes to worst, we'll be extras in Bollywood, I think they need white actresses there," Mary was also optimistic about what would come next.

"Why don't you come and help me for a while?" Ron asked.

"You?" The two of them looked surprised.

"Receptionist, how about it? My company is hiring, you've seen it, it's at the train station."

"Hey, you want us two top Bollywood stars to be your punching bags?"

"Temporarily, at least until your injuries heal, I don't think Bollywood will arrange work for injured actresses."

Mary and Lena exchanged a look, "Seeing as you were a fairly responsible guide."

"That's right, for the sake of friendship."