I am a master in India

Chapter 210 The scapegoat

"Master! Master!" Muna ran over crying, "Please save my brother!"

"Muna?" Ron went over to greet him. "What's going on?"

"My brother! Please look at my brother!"

Muna's uncles hurriedly put down the wooden stretcher and stepped aside to watch eagerly.

Ron stepped forward, then his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The young man on the wooden board looked quite young and was dressed in a magnificent groom's outfit.

But a large hole was ripped into his right eye, and dark red blood and suspicious paste-like substance flowed out of the eye socket, grotesquely covering half of his face.

Ron crouched down, checked his breathing, and then placed his fingers on his wrist for a while.

“Muna.”

"Master, your divine medicine! Please, please use it to save my brother, just like you saved me last time," Muna pleaded.

He was shot last time and thought he was going to die. But his owner saved him with that magical medicine.

“Muna, it’s too late.” Ron slowly stood up.

"Master," Muna sobbed uncontrollably.

Ron shook his head; the person on the ground was already a corpse, and even Shiva couldn't save him.

Muna burst into tears; that was his dearest brother.

His mother died of illness, his father died from vomiting blood, and now his only close relative, his older brother, has also died.

Last night, the donkey carried his brother's body all night, and Muna chased after it all night.

He was hoping to send his brother to his master and then ask for a miracle cure.

It's all over now, everything's over, it's too late.

Mother, father, brother.
Muna kept crying, she couldn't stop crying.

He had too many questions: why, even though the two beasts that plagued the village were dead, his family still couldn't live a good life.

He had already put on a khaki uniform and become a big shot in the village.

His brother found a job on a construction site, so he didn't have to hitch a ride on a truck to the city to make a living.

They had hope for the future, so why were the people around them dying one after another?

He couldn't understand it; he couldn't even do anything to the murderer.

Muna's uncles comforted him, saying that the family loved him and that they needed to deal with Raja's funeral arrangements first.

They talked a lot, but never mentioned the murderer.

They are just from the lower castes; they wouldn't dare to cause trouble for the higher castes.

Those people had cars and guns; they must be big shots in the city.

Ron sighed as he watched, but Ratan suddenly realized something.

"Muna, who shot your brother?"

“It’s them,” Muna slowly raised his head. “The King of Mirzabul, I know him.”

"you sure?"

“He drove that white car. He was here just last time, you know him, Master.”

Ron's eyes flickered; he remembered that Muna had mentioned this before.

“Muna, tell me everything that happened last night, make sure you don’t miss anything,” Ron instructed him.

Muna stopped crying and described in detail what happened at the wedding, with several uncles chiming in to add their own stories.

After listening to their accounts, Ron and his companions were almost certain that the group was responsible for the miners' injuries.

"That young man must be the son of the Tripati family."

"Forget about this damn king, I'll take my men and wipe them out right now." Without another word, Ratan was about to call for his men.

Ron stopped him in time, saying that going like that would be a huge mistake.

"We don't even know the other side's strength, manpower, or relationships. It's too reckless of us."

“Mirzabul is just a small town, brother.” Ratan didn’t take the Tripati family seriously.

“People have forgotten that we were just rural landowners in Varanasi before. They’ve been in the arms business here for so many years, they might have more guns than we do. Going there like this would be a huge loss.”

"But this matter can't be left like this, otherwise what will others think of the Suer family?"

"Of course, the miners were shot, and Muna's brother was also shot dead. It's a murder case, and we need to put some pressure on Lucknow."

"Oh, you mean?" Ratan's eyes lit up.

“Yadav is now absolutely unwilling to see any accidents at the mine. He has boasted in the media that our cement plant has been regarded as a benchmark project in Uttar Pradesh.”

The newspapers in Uttar Pradesh have been reporting on this recently, and Ron even went to Lucknow to attend a media conference.

Uttar Pradesh previously relied entirely on agriculture for development, and the ministers who took office all took it as their mission to make money. The entire state had no industrial projects that could be considered worthwhile.

The emergence of the Suer cement plant attracted widespread media coverage, and Yadav readily claimed all the credit for it.

At this critical juncture, the accident at the mine was the last thing he wanted to see.

"This matter will not end so easily. The Tripati family should at least give an explanation."

Ron is no longer a saint; he knows that in Uttar Pradesh, sometimes you have to show your fists.

“I understand. I’ll make the call right away and check their background while I’m at it.” Ratan already knew what to do.

“Call some other family members over as well; there are still too few people at the mine,” Ron advised him.

The Sue family is large; Ron Guang alone has seven or eight cousins.

Some of them got married, while others started businesses in the city and have already settled down in Varanasi.

But there were a few recent graduates from schools, and they were brought in to help manage the mine.

In critical moments, family members are more reliable; Ron wouldn't dare use outsiders.

"Master, thank you." Muna kowtowed on the ground.

He didn't understand politics; he only knew that his master wanted to seek justice for his brother.

"The Suer family will not mistreat their own people."

“Master, if you need manpower to go to Mirzabul, please take me with you.”

Ron paused for a moment, then nodded silently.

Uttar Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, countless tragedies like this happen every day. Ram, returning from Chandawulli, was in high spirits. Last night, he not only forced himself on that beautiful girl, but her sister also fell victim to his clutches.

It was just an ordinary family, and they didn't dare to resist him, a devil incarnate.

Whistling, Ram strolled leisurely into the living room, waving the keys in her hand.

His father, Karin, and his paralyzed grandfather were having lunch.

Ram sat down as if no one else was there, and his stepmother, Pina, greeted him warmly, "Come on, Ram, I cooked mutton today."

"I've already eaten out." Ram sat down, picked up a nut, and put it in her mouth.

Kalin was talking to the people around him, who were holding pistols and seemed to be discussing the quality of the firearms.

The entire family was used to all of this, because it was the Tripatty family business.

After giving a few brief instructions, Kalin turned to look at his son.

"Did you deliver the batch of guns I asked you to a few days ago?"

"I don't have a dad yet. I've been a bit busy lately, but I'll go in a few days." Ram casually tossed a peanut into his mouth.

"What are you busy with?" Kalin stared at him.

"I visited several classmates and participated in the school election. I want to be the student council president."

"Really?" Kalin wiped his hands and sat up straight.

“That’s right,” Ram said somewhat guiltily. “I was asking my classmates for votes. There was this jerk who wanted to compete with me, but I beat him up and the problem was solved.”

"Camping for votes? Going to a female classmate's house to campaign for votes, raping the two sisters along the way, and then killing a groom on the way?"

“Dad,” Ram swallowed, “it was just an accident.”

"You idiot! Our parliamentarians in Lucknow are calling our homes!"

Karin threw the towel at his son's face, so angry he wanted to slap him.

"Impossible, Dad. That's just a low-caste village. They wouldn't dare to go against the Tripati family."

“And what’s going on with the mine?” Kalin stared at him.

"I," Ram stammered, "I was drunk, and there wasn't a soul in the wilderness at night, so I just fired two shots randomly."

"And then it hit their worker right away, huh?"

Ram was taken aback. "It's a coincidence. I didn't shoot on purpose."

“Ram,” Kalin interrupted him, “the issue isn’t firing the shots. The Tripati family has the right to fire. The important thing is who they fire at. I’ve told you many times, don’t touch that mine now!”

Kalin angrily ordered a servant to bring him a basin to wash his hands. He hadn't eaten much lunch, but now he had no appetite at all.

In the morning, Congressman Rao called him and said that the Suer family was inquiring about him.

Then, Gupta from the police station came to inform them that Ram had killed a groom and injured workers at the mine.

Kalin only then realized what had happened; his son's reckless actions had put him in a very passive position.

Even the Chief Minister seems to have taken notice of this matter, as he considers Mirzabul's cement company a significant achievement during his tenure.

Kalin did not want to clash with the Sur family at this time. His rule in Mirzabul was deeply entrenched, and he could take his time to deal with them gradually.

Ram's plans were disrupted, and now he has to face the potential attack from the Sur family directly.

“Dad, you’re the king here. We can just take over that mine and make our own.”

"Do it yourself?" Kalin almost laughed in exasperation. "Do you know how much it costs to invest in that project? One hundred million rupees! You're going to pay for that?"

Ram was stunned; he hadn't expected the mining business to be so expensive. The Tripati family owned an arms factory, but their combined business was only in the tens of millions.

Even if you include all the black market activities and smuggling, you might not be able to raise 100 million rupees.

“Yadav won’t allow us to mess around; he at least wants to see the mines and cement plant built.” Kalin knew the key to this.

Once the cement plant is built and production is on track, that will be the opportunity for the Tripati family.

Kalin had already inquired and found out that the Suer family had only given Yadav a kickback, but was holding onto the mine's shares tightly.

The Tripatty family only needed to promise Noah Duff a certain percentage of shares, and he would definitely support Kalin in taking over the cement plant.

No alliance is unbreakable; interests are the key.

But now is not the time; no one can touch the mines held by the Suer family.

Yadav had already warned Kalin through his men not to overstep his bounds.

The dead low-caste groom should have gone unnoticed. But the Sur family used him as leverage, forcing the state police to open an investigation.

Gupta from the branch office has received instructions from above that this case must be resolved.

"Who were you with last night?" Karin asked.

“Guru and Praf.” Ram was puzzled.

Kalin gave a wink to Markb, a tall man sitting at the table, who immediately understood and left.

“Dad.” Ram seemed to realize something.

“Ram, remember this. If you want to be the King of Mirzabul, you can’t treat anyone around you as a friend.” Kalin said expressionlessly.

Soon Markb brought in the short-statured Guru; Plav had gone to the countryside and wasn't in town.

"Kalin!" The little follower Guru excitedly stepped forward and performed a foot-touching salute.

He usually only hung out with Ram, so he was incredibly excited to be personally summoned by Kalin today.

“Guru,” Kalin smiled, “you’re Ram’s right-hand man, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I am willing to die for Rambay!” The short-statured Guru thumped his chest loudly.

"Alright, now we have the opportunity." Kalin smiled with satisfaction.

"What?" Guru looked left and right, puzzled.

The tall Mark stepped forward, and Guru finally noticed something was wrong in his eyes—it was murderous intent.

He had no idea what was happening, but instinct drove him to run.

Before he could even take a step, Guru was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Markbu.

Guru's legs were off the ground as he kicked and struggled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Kalin picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, oblivious to everyone around him. Ram watched silently, his eyes wide with shock.

Finally, Guru stopped struggling; his eyes widened in death, his face contorted with rage.

"Send the man to the mine and tell Gupta that the case can be closed." Kalin got up and went upstairs.

(End of this chapter)