I'm a Master in India

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

When he sewed up Johnny's wound, he thought that one day in the future, he would experience this scene in the black market for foreign exchange.

Later, after going to the smuggling district and saving several drug addicts on the verge of death, and coming into contact with bundles of dollars, he became numb.

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

This phenomenon of the integration of black and white in society gave him a sense of僥倖. Gangsters were nothing more than that, there wasn't so much fighting and killing, it was all about human relationships.

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

"Damn it! Bro! That was a gun just now! They're having a shootout!"

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

The two ran all the way until they were out of the alley, then they stopped, panting and speechless.

Honestly, Ron couldn't figure it out, how could doing drug business lead to a gang shootout?

This isn't marijuana, nor is it gold, the added value can't be compared at all. Compared to the former two, drugs are very "legitimate" because they can be openly displayed in pharmacies.

Ron and Luca are at most smugglers, and they are the kind of smugglers that the Indian government is happy to see, so how could there be a shootout in this kind of business?

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

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

"Shit! I knew it wouldn't be so smooth this time because the last experience was too good."

"Listen, Luca, this time it's an accident, Mumbai doesn't have this kind of thing happening every day. It's possible that we just happened to run into it, like winning the lottery."

"I've only been to Mumbai twice, is the lottery winning rate different from other places in India? Oh, Shit! I stepped on something."

Because he was walking too fast, Luca stepped into a pile of excrement, which went straight over his ankle.

"Bro, you're in luck, this is cow dung!"

"You just laugh! This is the grand prize you were talking about, huh?"

"Don't worry, I'm not laughing, really, I promise not to laugh. Come on, there's a faucet over there, let's go wash it off."

With great difficulty suppressing the corners of his mouth, Ron took Luca to wash his feet. After giving the guard next to him 2 rupees, they were allowed to use the faucet.

God knows why there was a charge, this was clearly a municipal infrastructure project, but at this time, neither of them was in the mood to argue.

After hurriedly washing his feet and putting on Indian-style sandals, Luca sat down on a stone looking dejected.

"Ron, we have to think of a way, do you have any other connections? I've put all my assets on the line this time, and my friends in Brazil too. I can't go back empty-handed, otherwise everything will be over!"

"Don't worry, you can't rush in India, this is a country that doesn't rush. Let's go find out some information first, didn't Pant say three days later? He must have been prepared."

"You're too optimistic, bro, that guy has been targeted. In Brazil, this usually means the end of a gang."

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

"Should I be happy, Bro, this seems even worse."

"You don't understand this place yet, let's go to Leopold's."

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

When Ron led Luca into Leopold Cafe, Veeraj was giving a passionate speech to Hella and the others.

"The problem with Indian women lies with the men, they are willing to change. Middle-class Indian girls are eager to change, yaar.

They are educated, accept short hair, short skirts, short romances. They are willing to change, but the men are holding them back. The average Indian man matures at 14, you know what I mean, just wants to do that thing."

"How so? I want to hear this."

Hella showed interest.

At this time, another person came in at the door, it was Kavya. Like Ron and the others, she didn't disturb everyone first, but stood behind Veeraj listening to him talk eloquently.

She had stylish short hair, wearing jeans and a white knitted sweater, she was the living Indian woman Veeraj was talking about.

"You're such a scumbag, Veeraj!" Kavya sat down opposite him unceremoniously, and pulled Ron to the table by the way.

"You've said so much, but you're just as bad as other Indian men. If your sister dared to wear jeans and a tight-fitting knitted shirt, yaar, see what you would say to her."

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

"Don't interrupt, talk about your topic just now," Kavya didn't let him go.

"Hey, I bought her a tight-fitting knitted sweater when I was in London last year," Veeraj retorted.

"But when she wore it to a jazz concert, you still didn't give her a good look, did you?"

"Alas, how would I know she would wear that outside."

Veeraj's self-aware remarks drew loud laughter from everyone, and he himself laughed the loudest.

"Ron, brother, what's wrong with you guys again? This smell reminds me of the slums, you and those drug dealers aren't meeting up somewhere, are you?" After laughing for a while, Veeraj wittily changed the subject.

"Sorry, we ran into some trouble and didn't have time to shower," Ron shrugged.

"What's the problem? Maybe I can help," Veeraj had been idle lately, and had almost nothing to do unless he went traveling.

"Actually, it's that drug dealer, he seems to be caught in a gang shootout, we were planning to finalize the business today."

"Ron is right, we are looking for other connections, we can't just do half the business," Luca nodded in agreement.

"Mumbai hasn't been peaceful lately, there are violent conflicts everywhere," Veeraj frowned, he didn't like this.

"It must be the Shiv Sena people, look, over there," Devan raised his chin towards a table in the distance.

There was a group of Indian men there, eating and drinking as if no one else was around, they all had typical Indian mustaches.

"Bro, what is the Shiv Sena?" Luca carefully withdrew his gaze.

"A Hindu nationalist group, these Sainiks (soldiers) are working for them. In today's parlance, they are thugs, you know, the kind of people who do dirty work."

Devan had been in Mumbai for several years and knew the distribution of power here like the back of his hand.

"So this group is preparing to eliminate illegal crime in Mumbai?" Luca asked.

"Quite the opposite!" Devan sipped, his eyes watching the distance.

"How so, is this group of a gangster nature? Bro," Luca turned to look at Ron, "Is this also a special product of India?"

"Everything in India is a special product when taken outside, let's listen to what Devan has to say first."

He doesn't know shit, but anything can happen in India.