I am a master in India

Chapter 326 Lawlessness
"What gift?" Gupta's face lit up with a smile in a very short time.

Since I'm destined to be a front man, I might as well seize the opportunity to make a quick buck.

"At the Tripati estate, we didn't touch much, just took an account book. The plates on the table are a gift for you. The delicacies in them will never satisfy your hunger."

"Thank you very much!" Gupta understood immediately.

"That transcends caste and dogma, enjoy it."

"I hope it won't cause indigestion." He shook his head with a grin.

"Go ahead, and once you get there, you know what to do, right?"

"of course."

"Don't damage the manor; it's now the master's property."

"Understood." Gupta hurriedly went out.

Sometime later, the group of colleagues who had disappeared reappeared at the door, lined up in an orderly queue.

Gupta waved his hand and led his men in a grand procession toward the Tripati Estate.

Chaos reigned in the town; people seemed to already know that the local tyrant had met his end.

The petty thugs were itching to take advantage of the situation, hoping to rise in rank or make some money.

Fortunately, Gupta and his men arrived. A large group of police officers marched through the street, scaring them into hiding inside their houses again.

That was the direction of the Tripatty Estate, and people were whispering and full of curiosity.

They didn't know what was happening in Mirzabul, but something was definitely going to change.

When Gupta and his men arrived at the manor gate, a group of people were gathered there, each holding a weapon.

They were arguing heatedly, occasionally pointing and shouting in the direction of the manor, wanting to go up but not daring to.

Gupta recognized them; they used to be minor leaders under Kalin.

When those people saw Gupta approaching, they immediately became excited, as if they had found a pillar of support.

The crowd reported the situation to him in a flurry of voices: the Tripati Manor had been seized by outsiders.

Gupta looked up and saw a group of men standing expressionlessly on the steps, all holding submachine guns.

Gupta's eyelids twitched as he watched. Damn, this force could sweep through half of the Pufancha district.

Ignoring the grasshoppers, Gupta led his men straight forward; he knew whose people they were.

Sure enough, as soon as they mentioned the account book, they let Gupta in.

Upon entering the house, Gupta's gaze first fell upon the dining table.

One, two, three, four—a total of eight plates!

It has a lid, so you can't see what's inside.

Gupta and his colleagues exchanged glances, then stepped forward one after another.

The lid was removed, revealing stacks of rupees piled on the plate, so shiny they were almost blinding.

Everyone started putting money in the container with perfect understanding, so that everyone got a share.

Wow, Mr. Sue is so generous.

It was all in large denominations of rupees, several times more than the money Kalin had given them before.

"Let's get to work." Gupta pulled a pistol from his holster.

The others did the same thing, slowly making their way to a room in the side hall.

Gupta had already been given instructions before he arrived.

He gently pushed open the door, and a stammering voice immediately came through.

There were seven or eight people in the room, all of whom were relatives or confidants of the Tripati family.

They were tied up and gagged with cloth strips, unable to even open their mouths.

Old man Baoji was among them. He shook his head frantically and stared at Gupta as if he wanted to say something.

"Shut up! You bastard!" Gupta snapped.

Does this old guy still think he can boss me around like before?

Before Guji could speak, he fired without saying a word.

Bang! As if it were a signal, seven or eight guns flashed simultaneously.

After a series of crackling sounds, there was no one left in the room.

Fresh blood stained the carpet red, and stepping on it produced a wet, squelching sound.

Soon the people in the room were cleared out, and the police carried the bodies out the door with an air of nonchalance.

Ignoring the commotion below the steps, Gupta shouted. He told them that the Tripatty family had attempted to assault the police, and that the officers had retaliated in self-defense.

The rebellion has now been quelled; all those who are not involved should leave immediately.

Of course, the people below didn't believe it. Who didn't know that Gupta used to be a lackey of the Tripatti family?
If a dog now runs to its former master, it means it has found a new and more powerful master.

However, these former henchmen didn't dare to challenge the police, especially since the group on the steps were no pushovers either.

The true die-hards have all turned into corpses.

These lowly henchmen gathered here instinctively. Mirzabul was leaderless, and only Tripati Manor made them feel at ease.

The scene before them now told them that the Tripati family was finished.

"Long live the great Mr. Sue!" "Long live the great Progressives!"

A commotion arose from the small square behind him, and Muna, standing on the truck, waved frequently to the people around him.

Some people in the convoy held up his image, others grabbed the flagpole and waved it wildly, and even the slogans were shouted by people holding microphones.

Muna no longer leads the charge personally; he has become the leader of the Progressive Party.

In that month, he successfully solved the employment problem for thousands of low-caste people, all of whom were absorbed by the Sue family's mines and cement plants.

These days, without connections, you simply can't get into a cement factory. In the eyes of the people of Pufancha District, this job is second only to that of a civil servant.

With this "achievement," Muna easily won over tens of thousands of low-caste people to the Progressive Party.

There's nothing we can do; the politicians of the past were just too inhuman.

Before the election, they made solemn promises to solve the difficulties faced by the backward castes. But once they came to power, they completely forgot their previous promises.

The three foundation stones of the hospital are proof of this, as are the utility poles that line the roadside, which are never covered with wires.

Muna, on the other hand, had already fulfilled his promises even before taking office.

If not him, who should we choose?

The farmers in Uttar Pradesh are not fools; they love and support him immensely.

In just a few months, Muna underwent a transformation.

He became more confident and composed, his eyes shining brightly. He no longer hunched over, no longer bowed his head, and even gave up betel nuts.

He began to learn the mannerisms and speech of New Delhi politicians, dressing himself and imitating their actions.

He's become more like a politician; he's on the right track!

When the procession arrived at the small square, Muna merely glanced at the plaster statue in the center of his eye and said nothing.

But some clever people stepped forward and knocked down and smashed the statues of several generations of the Tripati family.

In a while, a new statue will be erected here, a statue of the great Mr. Sue!

Even the manor's gate sign was not spared; it was removed, discarded, and replaced with a brand new "Sul".

The onlookers cheered, while the underlings standing at the bottom of the steps were disheartened.

Mirzabul, things have truly changed.

But the changes weren't limited to this place; a power reshuffle was also taking place in Sonbadra.

Ratan personally led the team there to receive Tiraka's legacy.

Those who disobey or rebel should all be dealt with.

From Varanasi southwards, all regions will be characterized by only one voice.

With the Sue family's voices heard, outsiders no longer had a chance to interfere.

The news of what happened in the Pufancha district naturally reached Lucknow, and Yadav was so angry that he smashed several wine glasses.

"Outrageous! Lawless! Do they think the East is their backyard?"

"Calm down, brother," his younger brother Satya reassured him.

"The Suer family betrayed us, and I will make them pay the price!"

Yadav felt a surge of anger; this was a complete slap in the face for him.

No, it's a threat!
The Su family, those nouveau riche country bumpkins, actually dared to show the Chief Minister a bad attitude.

Everyone knows that Tripati and Tiraka have been frequently visiting Yadav's residence lately, and they have practically made it clear that they support the Socialist Party.

To outsiders, these two eastern mob bosses were Yadav's staunch supporters.

Now they've been killed, and they're dead together. They didn't even bother to dispose of their bodies, as if they were afraid no one would find out.

Take a look at the local police report: the two sides had a long-standing feud, a shootout ensued, and neither survived.

It was a fucking joke, Yadav felt his intelligence was being insulted.

"People have forgotten the fear from the Chief Minister. Today, I will shut down the Su family's cement and electrical appliance factories!"

"Brother, calm down!" Satya quickly stopped him. "Doing this will only give the opposition more ammunition against us. The election is next week. We can deal with it after the results are out."

"Then what do you suggest we do? If we don't retaliate, who will respect the Socialist Party in the future?"

Yadav knew he was just saying it in anger; he couldn't actually shut down all of the Sue family's factories.

The chief minister certainly has great power, but he cannot do whatever he wants.

Firstly, in India's state-level administrative system, there is a position called the governor.

This position was directly appointed by New Delhi, which is a common practice for the Chinese government to check and control local governments.

The Chief Minister does not usually participate in decision-making, but he can stop highly controversial measures at critical moments, including removing the Chief Minister's powers with the support of the majority party.

This is a localized error correction mechanism left behind in New Delhi. It may seem like a mascot, but it can have unexpected effects in certain situations.

Today, the Sur family's factories have become the pillar industry of Uttar Pradesh. Can they be shut down so easily?

Yadav's own governing team would not agree.

The current Socialist government is a multi-party coalition government, and people from those smaller parties also hold important positions and wield real power in Lucknow.

They were most reluctant to see Sull fall, because Ron had given them plenty of benefits.

Yadav is now threatening to shut down factories, which will not only cause Uttar Pradesh to lose tax revenue, but also severely impact everyone's finances.

The general election is just around the corner, and it remains to be seen whether the next government, Yadav, will be able to maintain its position.

No one wants to go crazy with him at this time. If they offend Suhr now and Yadav doesn't win the election, that would be really tough.

Anyone can be a chief minister, but there's only one factory in Suer.

Yadav wasn't stupid; he was unwilling to accept it, especially after losing face in front of the entire state.

“Brother, there’s really no need to worry like that.” Satya said confidently.

"What do you want to say?" Yadav glanced at him sideways.

"Tripati and Tiraka, their deaths are just that, they might even be a good thing."

"Ok?"

"They were notorious criminal gangs in the east, but now, under your personal command, Chief Minister, they have all been brought to justice! The people will praise your contributions to the security of Uttar Pradesh. They dislike violence, just like those journalists."

Yadav's eyes lit up; this was a good idea.

Turning a funeral into a celebration can be just as successful!
"What about Suer? Are we just going to let him go like this?"

“I’ll go talk to him. We need to at least maintain a facade of harmony, otherwise it will be very detrimental to my brother’s election.”

Ron's influence is already significant enough; if he were to explicitly take sides, it would undoubtedly bring immeasurable negative impact to Yadav.

Yadav nodded in agreement, saying that they should at least get through this election first.

We can settle the score later.

(End of this chapter)