I am a master in India

Chapter 31 Group fight
Rajakannu's sudden betrayal shocked and angered Iqbal.

He rushed over to teach the other person a lesson.

However, someone blocked his way, not Ron, nor Vinod and the others, but the crowd around him.

They pulled him and pushed him, refusing to let him move forward.

"Asshole! How dare you block me!" Iqbal wanted to punch angrily, but he tripped and stumbled.

Several people around him were about to come up to help, but were also blocked.

There was some chaos at the moment, and Iqbal pointed at Rajakannu and shouted.

"Don't forget who you belong to?" His eyes were full of threats.

"It's not up to you to decide who he belongs to. Rajakannu, please continue." Ron stood in the middle, blocking his sight.

Rajakannu’s words just now have aroused everyone’s curiosity.

There seemed to be something more to this conflict, and they wanted to hear the full story.

Of course, everyone was happy to help this kind Brahmin doctor.

His kindness encouraged the people present, and they all held Iqbal and others down, preventing them from moving.

Vinod and his companions also reacted and no longer regarded Rajakannu as an enemy. Instead, they walked forward and blocked him behind them.

Ron turned and gave Rajakannu a reassuring look. There was still fear in the latter's eyes, but he still spoke.

"Iqbal ordered me to do this. He told me to take advantage of the chaos and steal things from Vinod's desk."

"Nonsense!" Iqbal struggled, but in vain.

"Go on." Ron signaled everyone present to be quiet.

Rajakannu, who had already made up his mind, simply spilled out everything in his mind like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

"Iqbal said you are taking away everyone's business. If you are not driven away, we will all go hungry and end up living on the sidewalk."

"And then you're allowed to use my injury as an excuse to stir up public outrage and drive us away?" Ron asked.

"No, it's not. Iqbal told me at the beginning that your secrets are all in the manual. If we can grab that, we can also attract customers."

"Then how did you get injured?" Ron asked gently.

“Vinod pushed me and when I lost my balance, Iqbal threw me against the post.”

Rajakannu's words caused an uproar among the onlookers. It turned out that this was really Iqbal's own directing and acting.

"So Iqbal deceived you? He just wanted to use your injury to trick everyone into driving us away?"

Facing Ron's inquiring gaze, Rajakannu lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

What could he do? He was just a Dalit who could be bullied by everyone. Faced with a thug like Iqbal, even if he knew he was being used, he could only hold his nose and continue on his path.

Being thrown out like a rag with a cut on his back, Rajakannu did not even think of going to Iqbal to argue.

He only hoped that the other party would give him a tip of several dozen rupees afterward because he was still useful.

Until... until Ron showed up.

"It's clear now," Ron looked around. "We are operating legally, but..."

Before he could finish his words, Iqbal suddenly attacked. He kicked away the people around him and prepared to capture the leader first.

Ron can't be allowed to continue talking. Once this matter is concluded, he will not be able to survive in this area anymore, and no one will want to hang out with him.

With just one blow, he could silence the Brahmin.

Boom! Iqbal flew out.

The train station fell silent. Such a big man, weighing 90 kilograms, was sent flying like a rag.

It's Johnny! The bull shook his feet, as if to relieve the numbness in his legs.

"You've arrived at the perfect time," Ron smiled.

"This guy is a bad guy." Johnny said with disdain.

Iqbal, who had fallen to the ground, was trying to stand up in a daze.

But I don’t know who started it, someone went up and kicked him again.

The situation got out of control and the onlookers responded one after another.

Some people slapped him in the face, some poked his eyes, and the most common thing was a pair of big footprints.

They were enraged and grabbed Iqbal, slapping and beating him. Iqbal, despite his massive build, was completely powerless.

Ron was stunned. He could guarantee that he had not promised these onlookers a basic salary of 500 rupees.

Johnny was also a little surprised, but since someone was doing it for him, he certainly wouldn't refuse.

At this time, Anand, who appeared out of nowhere, also squeezed in front of Ron, panting.

As soon as he saw this, he rushed over and started punching and kicking Iqbal. "Scum! Scum who bullies the poor!"

After everyone had vented their anger, Johnny picked up the dusty Iqbal.

Without saying a word, he slapped her more than ten times, left and right.

"Boy, don't you see who you're picking on?"

At this time, Iqbal finally saw who was in front of him. He screamed in fear, but did not dare to resist. He just kept begging for mercy.

"I've taken the man away. No one will cause trouble for me in the future." Johnny grabbed one of Iqbal's legs and dragged him away.

None of the thugs who had been with the latter before dared to stop him.

It was not until Johnny and his men left that the familiar patrolman hurried over.

His collar was half open and there was lipstick on his neck, as if he had just been withdrawn from a battlefield.

He rushed over to apologize, and then didn't wait for Ron to respond.

He grabbed sticks and chased after Iqbal's surviving men and beat them.

"Untouchables! You untouchables!" The patrolman's stick was much more powerful than Anand's fists and kicks.

The slapping sound made Ron's eyelids twitch.

Damn, that’s too cruel, it just hits my forehead.

Those thugs ran away in panic, not even daring to fight back.

Those who often deal with the police know that they should never confront the police at any time.

If you get beaten now, the worst that can happen is a few days in jail. But if you dare to fight back, you'll be put in jail and killed.

The crowd gathered here also joined in the commotion. They seemed unsatisfied and helped the police to chase and intercept the suspects.

Ron was watching the show from beginning to end, and he was a little confused.

"Why are they so excited?" Ron quietly asked Anand beside him.

"You're a good man, Ron. Iqbal wasn't just bad, he bullied the poor and betrayed his own group."

"that's it?"

"That's it! Indians are the most loyal and righteous people. This is a place where loyalty is valued."

Ron didn't quite understand; he hadn't figured out the logic behind it.

The crackdown over there was coming to an end, and the bruised and swollen gangsters had their hands tied up with cable ties by the patrol police.

The clothes of several people were torn, and some had clear shoe prints on their foreheads.

Seeing these people in such a state of disgrace, the crowd cheered and laughed. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing the wicked being punished.

"Ron, you have earned everyone's respect. You will never know how shocking it is that a Brahmin doctor is willing to personally treat untouchables."

From Anand's eyes, Ron thought of a terrible thing. He suspected that no matter whether Iqbal and the others had a just reason or not, they would be beaten today.

Just because he stood against a Brahmin doctor who was willing to treat Dalits, that's all.

Ron didn't know whether this was a victory for casteism or a victory for justice.

Iqbal's gang was wiped out, and the noisy crowd gradually dispersed. Only a nervous Rajakannu and a few dodging figures were left.

"Rajakannu" Ron waved to the thin figure.

"Mr. Sur" Rajakannu approached cautiously.

"Do you know all the roads in Mumbai?"

"I know every dark alley here, every back door of every hotel, every shortcut to the slums."

"Okay, you will work in my company from now on. Do you know the rules?"

"Yes! Yes! Every guide at the train station knows!"

This kind of fast-moving mobile map was exactly what Ron needed. As the Mumbai tourism information company expanded, in the absence of telephones, it needed people like this to pass on information.

Rajakannu was so happy that he wanted to squat down and touch Ron's feet and ask for his blessing.

But after a slight hesitation, he finally touched the ground with the tip of Ron's shoe and retreated.

No matter what, it is a great joy to be noticed by a Mumbai tourism information company.

Who among those colleagues at the railway station now doesn't know the Mumbai Tourist Office? The guests they have tried so hard to attract are now coming to them.

Everyone was puzzled, but also envious, because only with customers can there be income.

Ron looked at those who didn't run away but hesitated and didn't dare to come over. He knew it was time.

(End of this chapter)