I am a master in India

Chapter 212 Missing
"Muna, can you still read?"

"Master, I...I didn't finish elementary school." Muna tried to close the book, but stopped, looking embarrassed.

"You're a good student, so why did you drop out of school?"

"My father died, and I have no money."

Muna still remembers the day he left school; he was sitting in the back of the classroom with a slate and chalk that his father had bought from Lucknow.

He was focused on memorizing the alphabet, while the students were making noise and the teacher, as usual, was dozing off.

At that moment, Raja stood in front of the classroom door and gestured for him to leave.

"What's wrong, brother? Where are we going?"

Raja did not speak.

"Do you need to bring my books and chalk?"

“Take this with you.” Raja placed his hand on Muna’s head and led him away.

My father's medical treatment cost a lot of money. At that time, the family borrowed a large sum of money from those two beasts at high interest rates, and now they're coming to collect the debt.

He said that if he couldn't pay back the money, Muna's whole family would have to work for him to pay off the debt.

It was during that time that my cousin Lina was raped and became pregnant by those beasts. In order to save my other cousins ​​from their cruelty, all the men in the family had to go out and work to pay off their debts.

Muna was taken to the tea shop, where Raja clasped his hands together and bowed to the owner, and Muna followed suit.

"Who is this?" The boss asked, glancing sideways at Muna.

“My brother,” Raja said, “come and work with me.”

So Raja dragged the stove out of the teahouse and had Muna sit next to him to learn how to break coal.

He dragged out a sack of large coal chunks, took out a piece of coal, smashed it with a brick, and then filled the furnace with the broken coal.

"Harder," Raja instructed him on how to smash the coal, "Push harder! Push harder!"

Finally, Muna broke off a piece, and Raja stood up. "Let's break all the coal in the bag into pieces like this!"

A little while later, two classmates came from school to see Muna working. Then a few more came in twos and threes, and he heard them laughing.

"What animal can you only see once in your life?" a boy asked loudly.

“Coal miner!” another boy replied.

They laughed even harder.

“Ignore them,” Raja said. “They’ll get bored and leave.”

Muna did not speak.

"You hate this kind of coal-smashing work, right?"

Muna remained silent.

Raja picked up the largest piece of coal and gripped it tightly.

"Just imagine this piece of coal as my head, and it will be easier to smash it."

Muna moved his lips but didn't say anything; he no longer blamed his brother.

Raja also dropped out of school after his mother died.

In rural India, it is harder for a child to receive a complete primary school education than for a teacher to be honest and not corrupt.

"What books would you like to read? I'll bring some back for you when I go back to Varanasi."

"Master, this is enough, this is enough." Muna clutched the yellowed book, at a loss for what to do.

“Reading is a good thing. Look at those workers,” Ron said, pointing to the mine. “Only the literate can do the easiest and highest-paying jobs.”

“Master, three hundred rupees is already a lot,” Muna whispered.

Ron was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"I have some books with me later, you can take them and read them first."

"Thank you, Master."

Ron doesn't mind if his men read more books; he hates idiots.

A complete illiterate person would not be given an important position by him.

Muna is still young, and it's good that he has the desire to learn.

“Ron, I’ve found out about the Tripati family.” Adiya approached from a distance.

"What do you mean?" Ron went up to her.

“They have close ties with MP Rao and also have good relations with other gangs in Uttar Pradesh.”

“Both the legitimate and the criminal worlds.” Ron nodded, unsurprised.

"You know, they're in the arms business, so they have a lot of advantages in that area."

"What's their style of doing things?" That's what Ron is concerned about.

“Ruthless.” Adiya’s comment was quite brief.

“The crazy East,” Ron sighed.

“Don’t worry, this is a quality common to people from Uttar Pradesh.” Adiya shook his head.

Ron laughed. This place is fucking amazing.

When are you planning to return to Mumbai?

"Around the beginning of February, I also acquired a piece of land in Mumbai and needed to go back to sign the paperwork."

"With Ratan and I watching over things here, nothing will happen."

"it is good."

There were many things waiting for him in the Suer Industrial Park, and Ron couldn't stay at the mine forever.

Adiya and his people are more familiar with the rules here in Uttar Pradesh.

In fact, Ron didn't even have to wait until early February; he rushed back to Mumbai the very next day.

Anand has disappeared.

Anand has been walking at night a lot lately, visiting each of the pharmacists' homes to check on their condition and tell them when to go to the Merck lab for their next injection. This business isn't a one-off deal; you have to keep track of your pharmacists' progress over the long term.

Anand is very service-oriented; having worked as a tour guide, he knows how to attract more business.

As long as Merck is satisfied with them, they will be given the opportunity to participate in the Phase II and Phase III clinical trials.

This is a big deal; it makes money in US dollars.

I walked through the deserted market and arrived at Arthurband Road. The market stalls were covered with white tarpaulins, making them look like corpses covered with white sheets in a morgue freezer.

Anand's footsteps echoed intermittently, as if ghosts were reverberating around him.

But he didn't care at all; he was thinking about something else.

Today, there is a person suffering terribly from drug abuse. He is abused by his family and bullied by his neighbors.

It seemed unlikely he would survive the next injection, but Anand saved him.

Anand told his family that if they didn't take good care of him, they definitely wouldn't get any welfare benefits next time.

The family immediately came over and touched his feet in a gesture of respect, apologizing profusely.

This is a small power that Anand has. He did a good deed and he'll have to go back and brag about it to his wife and children.

Anand's way of courting his beloved woman wasn't by sending flowers or buying her clothes, but by telling her stories of the outside world, stories of men fighting against the demons of desire, evil, and injustice.

He told her gossip, scandals, and private secrets, as well as his heroic deeds, hilarious pranks, and strange occurrences.

He walked briskly, his mouth constantly moving, shaking his head and waving his hands, as if he were rehearsing the story he was about to tell.

Suddenly, a policeman on a bicycle slowly approached from the intersection ahead.

Anand swerved to avoid puddles on the street and turned left. As he passed a dark private driveway, another policeman on a bicycle suddenly appeared.

Anand finally sensed something was wrong. Having spent years navigating the streets of Mumbai, he knew all too well that police officers in the same neighborhood wouldn't patrol separately.

There is only one exception: the capture of fugitives.

Anand turned into a side street and started jogging. He had only gone halfway when a police jeep appeared at the end of the side street.

With a whoosh, the police officers on bicycles caught up from behind.

The jeep stopped, and Anand also stopped walking.

Five people came out and surrounded him, remaining silent for several seconds.

The silence carried a strong sense of intimidation, and a light rain began to fall.

They drew near, their eyes shining unusually bright in the night rain.

“Sir, have you got the wrong person?” Anand slowly backed away. “I’m a good man, I know Officer Rajesh.”

"That good-for-nothing who got dumped by his wife?" A low laugh echoed in the night.

“We are on the same side, Mr. Sue.”

"Get on the bus!" the leader said in a low voice.

“Hey, I’m serious, you know Dr. Sue, right? Can we…” Anand reached for his wallet.

But before he could finish speaking, the police officer in charge burst into laughter, interrupting him. His laughter was quite unpleasant.

“You’re the one we’re looking for,” he said, and the other officers laughed.

“We know everything. Get in the car right now, or don’t blame us for beating you with tin cans and bamboo sticks and then throwing you into the car.”

Anand was cornered with nowhere to retreat, and had no choice but to follow them.

He certainly didn't want to go to jail; that place was more dangerous than the most treacherous gang areas.

However, with five people surrounding him tightly, the round-faced Anand had no chance to escape.

He climbed into the jeep to sit down, but the policeman kicked him to the floor, which was where he should have been.

The people in the back seat of the jeep were all pressing down on him with their hands.

The car drove for two short blocks and arrived at the police station near Haynes Road.

Stepping into the police station courtyard, the streets outside were deserted, and in the distance, a magnificent building was flashing colorful lights.

The policeman on night duty was a short, stout, and overweight man from Mabang. Like other fat men, he was forced to wear a uniform that was at least two sizes smaller than his own.

Anand flashed a fawning smile; he was also from Mabang. He hoped the police would show him some leniency out of consideration for their shared hometown.

As a result, all ten police officers in the station had stiff faces. They stared at him, breathing heavily, and remained silent.

"Grab him and beat him up first," said the officer on duty at the police station.

“Officer!” Anand exclaimed in surprise.

"Hit him hard, hit him solidly. If possible, don't break his bones, but hit him hard, and then lock him up in jail with the others."

He spoke in a casual tone, as if Anand didn't exist.

Anyone familiar with the tactics of the Mumbai police knows that something extremely cruel is about to happen.

Anand then ran away, pushing aside the police officers surrounding him and rolling out from under the desk.

He ran outside into the gravel-filled yard and ran out.

As soon as they reached the door, they bumped into another patrol of police officers.

He was dragged back to the duty room, where police officers who had been chasing him punched and kicked him.

They tied Anand's hands behind his back with hemp rope, took off his shoes, and tied his feet together as well.

The fat policeman then took out another rope and had his men completely bind Anand from head to toe.

He was so angry he was panting, staring at Anand until he was covered in layers of rope, looking like a mummy.

The police dragged Anand into the next room, hung him up on a hook at chest height, and let him swing face down.

"Take a plane!" the fat policeman roared through gritted teeth.

The police spun Anand's body around, faster and faster. He was suspended in mid-air, his hands and feet bound and unable to move.

His body kept spinning until he felt the earth shaking and he lost all sense of up and down.

(End of this chapter)