I am a master in India

Chapter 186 Master
"Kid, are you from Kana Village?" Raven frowned, but still asked patiently.

“Yes, sir, you’ve even had tea that I brewed.” Muna smiled, a smile that was both obsequious and respectful.

"Oh, I remember now, you're the waiter at the tea shop at the village entrance."

“Sir, you have a good memory.” Muna said in his usual flattery, while glancing around.

It was this house, the house of the servant who was tortured to death, whose home was burned down to just a few mud walls.

No one in the village wants to come here, they can't even pass by the door.

"Boy, no tea for today. Go find an oxcart, I need to go to Mirzabul town." The raven waved its hand, just as it would when dismissing a servant.

"Sir, you are injured. Let me help you to my house to hide for a while, and then we'll find an oxcart."

"Did you hear the gunshot just now?" Crow glanced at him.

“I heard it, it sounded like fireworks. Everyone at the teahouse ran away, even the owner. I’m too scared to run, so I ran back to the village,” Muna said honestly.

"Did you see that group of people?" the crow asked.

"I didn't dare turn around, but I saw someone with a gun looking for something by the river in the distance."

"Damn Varanasi!" Raven tightened his grip on his gun.

He was shot in the right shoulder and could only hold the gun with his left hand, which was very awkward.

My left leg was also hit. I had just managed to get this far, but now I can't stand up anymore.

"Kid, if you can take me to town, you can get a 20% discount on your land rent this year."

"Sir, you are truly our benevolent father! Without you, who would protect us in the future?"

Muna suddenly dropped to the ground and hugged the crow's feet. Those dirty, large feet, with long toenails, almost poked Muna's face.

"Get up, boy," the crow finally smiled.

His two gunshot wounds are in excruciating pain and haven't been treated yet; they are still bleeding profusely.

As Muna got up, he glanced at the gun in the crow's hand, which was being gripped very tightly.

"My leg is not very strong, please help me."

“Yes, sir.” Muna stood up and walked over.

He saw the crow's scalp; among the sparse hairs, there was a clear white line.

It extends all the way to a point on the top of the head, where the hair spreads out in all directions.

When Muna was a child, he often lay on his father's back and touched his body, so he was very familiar with that spot.

"Stop dawdling, kid!" the crow urged him.

"Coming, sir."

Muna crouched down, using one hand to help the crow and the other to support himself on the ground, then touched a stone.

It was a charred stone, very black. It was hard to notice unless you looked closely.

He grabbed the stone and stood up, and the white line reappeared before his eyes.

"Boy."

Bang! Muna aimed at the white dot and smashed it down hard.

The crow swayed and leaned limply against the corner of the wall. Its beak hissed, like boiling water gushing from a kettle.

Muna walked over and picked up the stone.

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

Muna's body shuddered, and he continued to slam down.

Bang! Bang! Bang! One after another.

The crow continued to hiss, supporting itself on its hands and knees as it slowly crawled out of the ground in a circle, as if searching for someone who was supposed to protect it.

Muna took a breath, moved over, stepped on his back, and knelt down.

He was finding a suitable height, and he turned the beast's body around so that it was facing him.

Muna pressed his knee against its chest, unbuttoned its collar, and ran his hand along its collarbone to find the right spot.

He often touched his father's body, and his favorite place to touch was the junction of the neck and chest, where all the tendons and veins bulged outwards.

Muna could control his father as soon as he touched the indentation on his father's neck; he could make his father unable to breathe with just one finger.

Muna, panting, lifted the stone, pointing the sharp end downwards.

The landlord's neck skin was very soft, much cleaner than my father's scarred body.

puff!
The stone's edge was as sharp as a knife, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into flesh!
The crow suddenly opened its eyes, and its blood sprayed all over Muna's face.

Muna couldn't see anything for a moment, he fell to the ground, and was laughing.

He is a free man now, and so are his family.

Footsteps came from the doorway, and Muna turned her head with difficulty.

They are the Varanasi people.

"Who's hurt?"

Ron, who was bandaging his men's wounds, was startled to see Ratan carrying a figure back.

"Do you think you can save him?" Ratan shrugged.

"Is this... that tea shop waiter?" Ron still remembered Muna.

“When we found that crow, its head was already split open. It’s got guts!” Ratan tilted his head to the ground.

Ron pulled down Muna's shirt; he had been shot in the side, and blood was gushing out.

Without any hesitation, Ron picked up tweezers and a scalpel and began treating the patient on the spot.

It's too late to get to the hospital; it's too far.

Half an hour later, Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down the medical equipment in his hand.

"How is it?" Ratan asked.

"He's lucky; it was a penetrating wound, and his internal organs are fine. As for whether he'll survive, that depends on his fate."

India's sanitation conditions are well-known, and the weather is hot.

Muna's real life-or-death situation hinges on whether she gets infected next.

"What are you going to do with these people?" Ron asked, looking at the rows of corpses on the ground.

“Uttar Pradesh is so big, there are plenty of places that can process corpses.” “Process?”

“Brother, you won’t want to hear this.” Ratan winked at him, then ordered his men to clean up the battlefield.

Take all the weapons and shell casings. Don't worry about the bloodstains on the ground; nature will take care of everything.

Strangely enough, the sky, which was just covered with dark clouds, has now cleared up.

The sun was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Muna moved his eyelids; he was awake.

"Sir, do you believe in the sun god?"

Ron, who was squatting down to tidy up the equipment, looked up, somewhat surprised.

“Of course, my surname is Suer.”

"So you are the sun. The sun saved me."

Ron laughed, "Don't get too excited yet. Let's see if we can make it through seven days."

“If I survive, sir,” Muna mustered his courage, “may I become your servant?”

Upon hearing this, Anil, who was standing guard nearby, snapped his gun bolt shut.

Muna's eyes were filled with fear; he didn't know why the big man had suddenly become so fierce.

Ron laughed, then shook his head. "I have a servant now."

"Sir, my home is in Kana village. Just go in, the house with the big water buffalo in front is the one."

Muna rattled off a long, detailed list of all the family members.

If a person of a lower caste tells a higher caste where their home is, it means that they have pledged their loyalty.

He can't escape; his family is all here. The servant who was tortured to death by the honey badger serves as a cautionary tale.

Muna was injured and had difficulty speaking.

“Sir, if you don’t want me as a servant, you can hire me.”

"Hire?"

"Yes, I can do a lot of work. I can break coal, make sweet soup, brew tea, herd cattle, and I know every river and every mountain here."

"Have you been to all those mountains?" Ron pointed to a small hill in the distance.

"I've been there. I even caught a golden-winged bird there!"

"Let's talk about it after you've recovered from your injury."

Ron smiled and continued packing his first-aid kit.

“Sir, are you looking for the home of those two beasts? I know where it is,” Muna said, eager to prove himself.

“I’ve already sent men, kid,” Ratan said, walking over. “You should pray you survive.”

"So, are we going to the mine now?" Ron asked.

"Of course, since we're already here, I'll leave a few people behind to keep watch."

“Alright, leave these wounded behind, we’ll go check on them.” Ron stood up.

"From now on, this is our territory. Look over there."

Ratan pointed into the distance, where there was a vague outline of a manor.

"I have already sent someone to notify them, giving them three days to move out."

The honey badger and raven's offspring are not here; they were sent to Lucknow to study long ago.

All that remains are unimportant elderly, women, and children; Ratan isn't so depraved as to lay a hand on these people.

This is also against the rules of the underworld. Those who go out into the world of crime will perish, and their families will not be implicated.

Of course, if their children don't know what's good for them, that's another matter.

Leaving one car behind, Ron and Ratan led their men in a large force towards several small hills.

When they arrived at the drying ground at the foot of the mountain, everything was peaceful. The gunshots that had been heard several kilometers away seemed to have never reached them.

The hill is not high, but it covers a large area, resembling an upside-down round-brimmed straw hat.

A large open space has been cleared at the foot of the mountain, covered with fine limestone powder.

A man was leading a donkey out of what looked like a mine.

The donkey was fitted with a bright red saddle, and a metal trough filled with limestone fragments hung on one side.

Behind this donkey were two smaller donkeys of the same color, each with two metal troughs on its back, filled with gravel.

The two donkeys moved forward at a slightly slower pace, and the lead donkey often stopped and looked back at them until the man lashed out with his whip.

The gravel in the metal trough is crushed in a millstone-like pit, and then the usable portion is sifted out by hand.

Then continue grinding, baking in a pit, drying, and stirring.
The entire work site is entirely manual, with no machines.

There are many makeshift sheds here, huddled together like the alleyways of a slum.

Ron could even see women with children huddled together in the shed preparing food.

Workers, workshops, sheds, and families all gathered at the foot of this small mountain.

They eat here, sleep here, and work here.

Upon seeing Ron and his group arrive, a dark-skinned man who was leading them cautiously approached and asked if they were buying cement.

Ron and Ratan looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

It's clear that the people here are of the same caste, and even lower than Muna's caste.

They may never have left this place; from birth to death, they lived only to help their master process more cement.

Finally, Ratan waved his hand, signaling his men to gather all the workshop workers together.

He announced only one thing: from now on, this place belonged to the Suer family, their new owners.

The leader of the men was stunned for a moment, then obediently knelt down and stretched his hands out to Ron and the others' feet.

One by one, everyone knelt down without making a sound.

"Forget it, let's send our men to check out the mine." Ron said listlessly.

(End of this chapter)