I'm a Master in India

Ron woke up freezing. The cool morning air seeped into him from all directions. He opened his eyes and saw he was lying naked on the edge.

No wonder, the two human-shaped heaters had kicked him off. Yawning, Ron scooted over, trying to get closer.

"If I'd known you still had energy, I wouldn't have let you off so easily last night." Mary, pinched slightly, couldn't help but slap away the wandering hand.

"Last night was last night, today is today."

"Oh, actually, I'm a little hungry."

"Ron…" Lena mumbled, turning over.

Not only was he talking in his sleep early in the morning, but he was also thinking of good things. Ron sheepishly withdrew his hand.

"Can I ask a question?" he wisely changed the subject.

"What?"

"Yesterday, you and Lena easily dealt with those four Indian men. I didn't see it, but I imagine it must have been dangerous."

"You want to know if we have some kind of special ability?"

"Uh… I'm a little curious." Ron stole a glance at her.

To be honest, he was also intimidated by that kind of skill. Last night, he even gave up the initiative, only using four or five tenths of his abilities.

"You can understand it as the result of some kind of training." Mary turned over, her breasts swaying from side to side.

"Just like that?" He was drawn to it.

"Just like that. Lena and I relied on this kind of skill to live for a long time."

"You must not have liked that time."

"Maybe, but we were used to it then."

This wasn't the answer Ron wanted, and Mary didn't intend to explain further.

He didn't continue to press, knowing the timing wasn't right, or they weren't ready yet.

"Are you going to resolve yesterday's matter today?" Mary asked.

"At least find out some information."

"When?"

"Now." Ron got up, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.

Watching his back, a hint of worry flashed in Mary's eyes.

"Where's Ron?" Lena, who had just woken up, looked around.

"He left."

"So fast?" Lena was slightly disappointed.

Last night, Ron held her and walked back and forth in the room, and then she unknowingly fell asleep from exhaustion. She had planned to be the knight today, but she didn't even see his shadow.

After going to North Mumbai, Ron deeply felt the foundation of South Mumbai as a CBD area.

Not to mention the tall buildings, even the clanging construction sites everywhere were much more lively than in North Mumbai.

But, that was it. As soon as he went downstairs, he frowned, overwhelmed by the various smells.

Many road surfaces were still potholed, and every time a tuk-tuk jumped over them, a large puddle of sewage splashed.

On the piles of garbage on both sides of the street, rats came out to forage as usual, each one as fat as a little piglet.

A yellow taxi beeped its horn on the side of the road, and Ron saw Vinod waving at him.

"How is Anand?" Ron got into the taxi.

"He's fine, he's very happy. Freda is taking care of him, like he's a hero." Vinod was smiling.

"I'll go see him again on Thursday." Ron happened to be going to the slum for a consultation that day.

"You have to call me for this kind of good thing in the future, Ron."

"Good thing?"

"Although Indians are sentimental and righteous, we are not afraid of being bullied either. I learned wrestling, I've been learning since I was a child."

Ron suspected that the last sentence was the reason why he thought this was a good thing.

"Where to today?"

"Go to this address." Ron handed him a piece of paper.

The car drove north towards the Colaba district, and after an hour, it finally slowed down on the outskirts of the Bandra district, on a street lined with shops and supermarkets, and then turned into a small alley.

The alley was deserted. Opening the car door, Ron could hardly see anyone, but he heard music.

After telling Vinod to wait for him here, Ron walked to the other end of the alley.

It was his first time here, perhaps Harid Khan lived nearby. Passing through an archway, there were several guards standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

Without him explaining, Johnny had already come out to take him in. First a corridor, then two flights of stairs, and the music became louder.

Pushing open the door, it was a large room full of people, smoke, and noisy music. The room was rectangular, hung with green silks and rugs.

At the other end of the room was a raised small stage, where four musicians sat on silk cushions playing songs.

Low tables were placed along the walls, with various snacks and food on them. Waiters walked among the groups of people, serving red tea in tall glasses.

Some people were smoking hookahs, and wisps of blue smoke dotted the air, rising and swirling.

Ron frowned slightly when he saw this scene. Obviously, this was a typical Muslim gathering, and his identity was a bit awkward.

But he quickly regained his composure. Since Harid Khan didn't mind him, a heretic, what else could he, an imposter, say?

"Harid Bhai is talking to someone, it will be done soon." Johnny patted him on the shoulder and walked into the crowd on his own.

He seemed to be very famous. Several people here got up to greet him, some hugged him enthusiastically, and grabbed his hand tightly.

Ron looked around the crowd, and soon he saw some "acquaintances." For example, Rafiq, the fiery man from the Shiva army.

Later, he heard from Dheeraj that the red-light district near the Colaba slum was under his control, as well as some other gray businesses.

Besides him, Ron also recognized some people from photos in the newspaper, including famous politicians and minor Bollywood stars.

Ron now believed that this was not Harid Khan's residence, but rather a private club.

He saw a man in a manager's attire standing next to Harid Khan. He had a round, dark bruise on his forehead, a scar from prostrating during Muslim prayers.

The manager shouted and gave instructions, ordering people to immediately move a new table and several cushions, placing them in a corner of the room with a clear view of the stage.

"Ron, come over." Harid Khan sat in the new position and waved to him.

Ron walked over and sat cross-legged, and Johnny also came to the position on his left hand. A waiter brought spicy fried rice with chili powder and a large plate of mixed dried fruits with fruit.

The waiter serving tea held the thin-spouted teapot one meter above the glass and poured hot tea from the air without spilling a drop.

Not to mention, this trick was a bit like the tea art performance in his hometown. Of course, the skills of the Indians couldn't compare to the Dragon Form Eighteen Styles, it was just for show.

"Do you still remember how to drink Persian red tea?" Harid Khan looked at him with a smile.

"Of course." Ron picked up a piece of sugar and clamped it between his upper and lower teeth, then picked up the cup and sipped it.

"Very authentic, even the Persians couldn't find fault." Harid Khan laughed loudly.

He laughed very loudly. A Hindu drinking tea in the Persian way seemed to have hit his funny bone.

"Yesterday, my people were beaten." After the sugar in his mouth dissolved, Ron opened his mouth.

"I know, my people received the news when you were being blocked." He restrained his smile, his expression slightly serious.

"So you know who the other party is?" Ron put down his teacup and sat up straight.

Harid Khan nodded slightly, a strange look flashing in his eyes.