I'm a Master in India

"Do you feel like someone is following us?"

"Where?" Anand looked back, the streets were full of all kinds of poor Indians.

"Maybe it's just my imagination." Ron frowned and scanned the area, unable to see anything unusual.

"Don't worry, you didn't get lucky with that woman just now, but there will be another chance next time."

"Shut up! I need to go back and find two foreign girls to cleanse my eyes!"

"Oh! You're not satisfied? I know other women."

"Anand, my last bit of longing for Indian women is about to be extinguished by you. This is all thanks to you."

"Okay, let's go drink. Drinking can make you forget about women very quickly!"

Anand led the way, and they arrived in front of a simple bar. It was overcrowded. To get a seat, Ron asked the owner to buy each of the patrons a drink, and they finally managed to squeeze out some space on the narrow stone bench.

Ron couldn't understand why Anand wanted to come here. Just by looking at the entrance, he knew this place was a so-called unlicensed bar, supplying substandard liquor at prices lower than the market.

"This is the very popular bar you were talking about?"

"They have many unique drinks here." Anand's eyes showed anticipation.

"Like what?"

"Beer brewed from cow urine."

"Yue~" Ron felt like throwing up again.

He turned to leave, but Anand frantically grabbed him.

"Don't worry, they also have normal drinks, like whiskey and stuff."

"You also know that's not normal?" This time, Ron's eyes widened.

"I'm just curious. I haven't had it before." Anand's round eyes were filled with curiosity, that itchy kind of curiosity.

"So you want to try it?" Ron suddenly sat back down.

Of course, he wouldn't drink cow urine, but he liked watching other people drink cow urine.

Yeah, just curious.

"I..." Anand hesitated.

Snap, a glass of yellow beer was placed in front of him. The bar owner looked at him playfully, "If you can down five glasses, all your expenses today will be free!"

"Really?" Mentioning money, Anand instantly perked up.

The bar owner whistled and signaled with his eyes to the other patrons in the room.

Ron and Anand turned their heads. Among the patrons were workers, farmers, and a group of hoodlums. They all had angry, suppressed expressions.

These people didn't talk much, or didn't talk at all. They held the same beer as Anand in their hands. Every time they tilted their heads back to drink, their violently distorted faces made them even uglier.

Every time they finished a glass, they made various snorting, painful groaning, and vomiting sounds. Just seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help but clench his molars.

"See? Those are all challengers." The bar owner's tone was a bit provocative, encouraging, and tempting.

Anand started panting, then suddenly tilted his head back, pinched his nose, and poured the beer into his mouth.

Relying on a strong determination, he finished the drink in one go.

The drink was really too hard to swallow. Everyone looked like they were struggling hard. Some people couldn't take it and secretly slipped away, defeated.

Some people's will wavered, but encouraged by the painful expressions of their drinking buddies, they stubbornly persevered.

Anand barely paused, and drank four glasses in a row. By the fifth glass, he hesitated.

Just when Ron thought he was going to give up, Anand took a breath, and then gulped down the last glass.

He threw the empty glass aside and jumped into the middle of the dilapidated bar, singing a Hindi love song off-key.

Everyone in the room cheered excitedly. Ron frowned and laughed at the same time.

He decided not to talk to Anand today. He wanted to stay far away from that mouth, a mouth that would spew dung.

"By the way, is there really cow urine in this beer?" While everyone was singing, Ron quietly asked the bar owner.

The bar owner nodded towards the back door with a proud expression.

Ron glanced at it. Outside the back door was a yard. There were several cows raised there, and workers were holding buckets, waiting for something hot under the cows' bellies.

Okay, his stomach started to churn again.

While Anand began to enjoy the free drinks, Ron didn't touch a single glass. Honestly, he had a psychological shadow about everything in this bar.

By the time the two of them came out of the bar, it was getting dark. Their car was still parked a few streets away, in front of the hotel they had visited during the day.

The dim alley was desolate and silent, and Anand was still singing. Ron kept pushing him away, because the guy kept leaning towards him while singing.

A white Ambassador car slowly drove past them, then stopped, and then turned around.

"Stop singing! That car looks a little weird!" Ron shook Anand awake.

"What?" Anand asked drunkenly.

As he spoke, the car had already driven in front of them and blocked them at the intersection.

"Not good! Run!" Ron grabbed Anand and ran back.

The speed was so fast that the people in the white Ambassador car were stunned. However, four men quickly got out of the car and chased after them.

"Ron!" Anand looked back in a panic, "What happened?"

"It's definitely not a good thing. I guess they were the ones following us during the day!"

Ron ran faster than anyone else. He hadn't had any alcohol, just ate some roti and grilled chicken. But Anand couldn't. He was staggering drunkenly. If Ron hadn't been pulling him, he would have fallen to the ground by now.

"I can't do it anymore, Ron!" Anand started panting.

"Don't give up! Think about the effort you put in on that woman during the day, sprint with all your might!"

The alley was very narrow, with Ron in front and Anand behind. Further behind were the four men slowly closing the distance. They were so stupid that they didn't block the alley on the other end as well.

The shouts and curses grew closer and closer, and Anand's eyes were filled with despair. When passing a pile of bamboo poles, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a few bamboo poles, turned around, and charged towards the four men.

"Ron, you run!"

"What?" Ron looked back.

He saw Anand holding the bamboo and colliding with several men. For a moment, people were thrown off their feet, and shouts and screams of pain were heard.

Ron paused, but immediately accelerated and ran towards the street, where there was a place to make a phone call.

In just a split second, the four men lost track of Ron. They took their anger out on Anand, who received a punch to the mouth and nose, and several slaps to the face.

Anand jumped up and tried to fight back, but was quickly beaten to the ground. The men held him down and began to search his pockets with practiced skill.

Anand began to curse with contempt in his voice. He condemned these people for beating and robbing the poor, truly disgracing the Dalits.

He cursed with passion, calling them cowards, cursing Mahatma Gandhi, cursing his non-violent non-cooperation, cursing Buddha, cursing Hindu gods, cursing Mother Teresa, cursing Bollywood star Amitabh Bachchan.

He didn't know why he was cursing these people, he just hated India at this moment.

Ron found a phone that could be used, panting heavily. Before the shop owner could stop him, he threw 100 rupees over.

"Johnny, it's me! Hurry! Bring some people over, I need help!"

"Oh! Bro, you sound bad. Tell me the location!"

Ron glanced at the shop owner, who gestured with his hand.

"Ravadan Road! The second alley from the west!"

"I'll notify the nearest people to us. Ten minutes! Hold on for ten minutes!"

Snap, hanging up the phone, Ron turned around and wanted to run back.

That idiot Anand, don't let them beat him to death.

"Ron?" A surprised shout made him stop.

He turned his head, panting, "Mary?"