I'm a Master in India

"Why are you here?"

Ron and Mary asked each other simultaneously.

"You go first," Mary sized him up. "What's the emergency?"

"Oh, damn it!" Ron turned and ran. "I have to save Anand!"

"What?" Mary subconsciously chased after him.

"Don't come! Mary, it's dangerous over there! Help me get some people, anyone!"

"I am that help!" Mary gestured towards a taxi by the roadside, and soon Lena also ran over.

"Good heavens, go back!" Ron turned his head and saw the two girls following him, immediately signaling for them to find someone.

It was dangerous ahead, and he didn't want to drag the innocent Mary and Lena into it, especially since they were women.

"I'd say you underestimate us," Mary smiled mysteriously at him, then exerted force with her feet and instantly surpassed him.

Her lithe figure was unbelievably fast; compared to her, Ron was like a toddler.

Not only Mary, but even Lena easily passed him without any effort.

"Hey, is it here?" Mary pointed to an alley entrance ahead.

"Yes, but don't do this, Mary. There are four men there. You know what Indian men do when they catch women, you guys..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Mary and Lena had already disappeared into the alley.

He was stunned. How could these two girls run so fast? They were very docile in bed, even weak.

Those thighs... okay, they were indeed sturdy, but they felt soft to the touch.

But with their current performance, there wasn't a trace of softness; they were all athletes.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ron's feet didn't stop. When he ran to the alley entrance, he saw the figures of several men fleeing in the distance.

As for Mary and Lena, they were bending over to check on Anand's condition. Without time to think, Ron rushed over and lay on the ground.

"Hey, Anand! Can you still hear me?"

Anand squinted. One of his eye sockets had turned black, and his nose was swollen but not broken. His lips were cracked and also a little swollen. His cheeks and chin had several large abrasions from being kicked.

Ron felt his pulse and listened to his breathing. Fortunately, his breathing was regular and strong, so it seemed to be just superficial injuries.

"Did... did I beat them away?" Anand asked groggily.

"Yes, you're so fucking awesome!" Ron cursed and laughed at the same time.

"I told you, I'm the best guide in Mumbai, in every way."

"I agree. But you're too stupid. There were four of them, and you didn't even know if they had weapons," Ron scolded him, feeling very guilty at the same time.

He wasn't the righteous Indian that Anand thought he was. He didn't stop; perhaps he should have turned around, otherwise Anand wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

"Ron, you're a good person." Anand, seeing stars, regained a little spirit. "The people in the slums all say that. Without you, the patients there would have no one to treat them."

"You're a good person too, Anand." Ron helped him up, feeling even more guilty.

"We're all good people!" He grinned with his cracked lips.

"That's right, all good people!" Ron supported him as they walked towards the alley entrance.

Mary and Lena exchanged glances, shrugged, and then followed them.

"Did you beat them away just now, Ron?"

"No, it was Mary and them."

"Wow! You and I are both drunk. That cow urine is really strong, right?"

"I'm not kidding."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Anand wanted to turn his head to look back, but the injury on his neck prevented him from completing the action.

They walked to the intersection, when suddenly another group of people rushed towards them.

Ron subconsciously pulled Anand back, and Mary and Lena also solemnly reached into their pockets.

"Ron?" A shout instantly relieved both sides.

Using the faint light from the street, Ron realized that the tall figure was Johnny.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast."

"How is it, are you okay?" Johnny walked over with his men, unconsciously glancing at Mary and Lena behind him. Intuition told him that those two were not to be trifled with.

"My friend suffered some superficial injuries, and those people ran away. But thank you, Johnny."

"It's good that you're okay." Johnny patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. "Haddad Khan already knows about tonight's matter. He wants you to go there tomorrow, to this address."

"Okay." Ron took the note. He didn't ask any more questions, knowing that this wasn't an ordinary gang robbery.

Johnny gave him a few instructions and left. Ron and the others had already gotten into the taxi.

A series of events left people overwhelmed. Anand had already fallen into a daze and gone to sleep. Lena sat in the front, and Mary sat next to Ron.

"Oh, right, why are you here?" It wasn't until this moment that Ron remembered his initial question.

"The work at the studio ended today, and we were on our way back," Mary looked at him strangely.

Ron suddenly understood. He almost forgot that Bollywood was not far from the northwest suburbs. From the bay in Juhu to the textile mill, it wasn't even five kilometers.

"Why did you show up here, then? I don't think there are any tourist attractions nearby," Mary asked.

"That piece of land, the one I'm planning to buy, is nearby."

"So, today's events are related to that?"

"I don't know, I have to find out some information." Ron frowned, thinking it was probably related.

After Ron personally treated Anand's wounds, he called Vinod over to take him home.

Although those people probably wouldn't chase him to South Mumbai, it was always better to be careful.

Before leaving, Anand told Ron that when those people were beating him, they kept shouting at them to stay away from Sharma.

Okay, things were just as Ron had guessed; it was related to the textile mill.

After Anand and the others disappeared into the night, Ron immediately went upstairs and picked up the phone in Mary's apartment.

He had Sharma's contact information. After they reached a verbal agreement during the day, they exchanged numbers that could be called.

Two minutes later, the phone still went unanswered.

"Looks like things aren't going so smoothly?" Mary asked with her arms crossed. She had just taken a shower, and her pajamas were bulging at the chest, and the outline of her curvy buttocks was faintly visible.

Lena was still in the bathroom, the sound of rushing water accompanied by cheerful singing, occasionally coming through.

"I can't contact the textile mill owner," Ron frowned.

Intuition told him that the other party was in trouble. Perhaps it was the same group of people from earlier, or perhaps he was hiding.

"What are you planning to do?" Mary shrugged. She actually hoped that Ron would focus on the Bollywood business.

"Go find Haddad Khan."

"That Mumbai mob boss?"

"You've heard of him?"

"People in Bollywood often mention this name, and I also know that you have business dealings with him. So you're planning to go now?"

"No, things are already like this, of course, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

He was already here, and Lena was showering, so he had to give them both the latest batch of goods before leaving, right?