I'm a Master in India

It's trucks! Two of them!

The teenagers in the small square burst into cheers, pushing desperately forward to get a good spot.

The driver could take at most six or seven people each time, sometimes only two or three, so spots were scarce.

"Take me! Take me!" The teenagers jumped and bounced.

The trucks arrived, and what they carried in the beds wasn't lime or sand, but people!

People packed tightly together, each one holding a gun!

The teenagers lowered their arms, stared blankly at the trucks, and then slowly backed away.

The quick-witted rickshaw pullers had already turned their vehicles around and were pedaling furiously away, ignoring the shouts of their customers.

"There's going to be a fight!" some teenagers shouted.

"Where are they going?" someone asked foolishly.

"Of course, they're going to settle accounts with those two beasts, they're in for a lot of trouble!" Muna clapped his hands excitedly.

"You're the one who's going to be in trouble, Muna!" a teenager laughed.

"I don't even know them." Muna was puzzled, and a little guilty.

"You took someone's money that day and spilled the beans about the landlord sirs, and said they were beasts, didn't you?" someone jeered.

"Nonsense! I didn't!" Muna panicked.

"It was you! It was you! Someone went to the landlord sirs to complain!"

The teenagers were fearless, unlike the timid rickshaw pullers, and didn't flee the small square.

"Who! Who snitched? I'll smash his head in!" Muna shouted.

As someone who grew up in Kana Village, he knew all too well how those two beasts would deal with them.

Honey Badger once had a son who was kidnapped by anti-government forces while out playing one day and brutally tortured to death.

The servant who was supposed to protect his son escaped and returned, saying he had nothing to do with the kidnapping.

Honey Badger didn't believe him. He hired four gunmen who continuously tortured him, and finally shot him through the head.

Did you think that was the end of it? No, it was just the beginning!

That servant lived in Kana Village. Muna was of the same caste as him and had seen him several times before.

Honey Badger brought his men and found the servant's house. They hung the servant's grandmother and beat her to death.

The servant's father and elder brother were tied up and thrown into a haystack, which was then set on fire.

The wails of the two men could be heard throughout Kana Village.

The women of the servant's family were even more miserable. They were first raped by over twenty men, and then sold to a buyer with special fetishes.

It is said that they were all tortured to death within a few days. When they died, they were naked, and the blood from below wouldn't stop flowing.

The servant's house was finally burned to the ground. Even today, the blackened ruins remain there.

With such an example, who would dare to let such a horrific thing happen to themselves?

And which inhumane fellow could bear to push their grandmother, siblings, older sisters, aunts, nephews, nieces, and grandchildren to their doom?

Muna's family had over a dozen members. He had a grandmother, uncles and aunts, siblings, and young nephews and nieces.

What do you think he would feel when he heard the news of being snitched on?

Muna's legs were trembling, and his vision kept going black.

"Look quickly, those are Crow and their vehicles!" a teenager shouted, pointing into the distance.

Muna looked up. The trucks coming from the north and the trucks returning from the south met!

The teenagers pointed and gestured, each one extremely excited.

The young people standing on the trucks, holding firearms, were their idols.

They wished they could be one of them. These were truly important people, incredibly imposing!

Muna gritted his teeth and, while the tea stall owner was watching the excitement, quietly slipped away.

He bent low and crept along the riverbank. He was familiar with every plant and tree here and knew how to hide himself.

He didn't know why he had to go, but a voice deep inside told him: You have to see, this is the only chance.

Ratana hadn't expected things to be such a coincidence. The two sides had met again, and both looked like they were in full force.

He made a gesture, and the people on the trucks quickly disembarked and formed ranks.

Crow and Honey Badger were a beat slower, but their actions were similar.

"Gentlemen, it seems I'll still have to see you off," Ratana said leisurely, a smile on his face.

"The family's assets cannot be given away. No one can have them!" Crow was unyielding.

"This is Minister Yadav's order. Have you thought it through? Are you sure you want to be rebels against the government?"

"Bah! Stop talking nonsense with these bastards, they're just outright robbing us!"

Honey Badger, holding a double-barreled shotgun, was now much more confident. This thing looked a lot more powerful than the small pistol he had before.

He couldn't wait and wanted to strike first. This time they were fully prepared; everyone had a gun, and they were no worse off than the other side.

As long as they killed the leader, the remaining Varanasi people would surely scatter.

Kana was their territory. These outsiders wouldn't get any advantage.

So, as soon as Honey Badger finished speaking, he decisively pulled the trigger.

Boom! The thunder of the double-barreled shotgun made everyone jump.

"Ah!" A scream came.

Ratana blinked, then looked himself over. He was fine!

The one who fell was Honey Badger.

His two hands were a bloody mess, only two of his ten fingers remained.

The others had either disappeared or were just exposed white bone fragments.

The double-barreled shotgun had broken into two blackened pieces, the blown-out barrel gaping like a morning glory.

"Damn it, this bastard has no martial ethics! Open fire!"

Ratana pulled the bolt, raised his submachine gun, and opened fire with a "da da da".

Then the gunfire became dense. AKs, submachine guns, pistols... popping and cracking non-stop.

Crow's side was thrown into disarray, screams of agony echoing far and wide one after another.

Someone wanted to fight back. They raised their revolvers, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Boom! Boom! Bright flashes!

"Ah!" The person who fired fell down again.

Crow was so angry he swore loudly. He cursed the Varanasi people, cursed Colin Bay, and cursed Honey Badger.

Robbers! Cheats! Useless teammate!

He had completely not expected things to develop like this. Everything happened incredibly fast.

Luckily, he had been careful and hadn't used the batch of cheap goods he had just bought. He was still using his original small pistol.

But the situation was bad. Honey Badger lay on the ground motionless, with several bloody holes in his body.

The other subordinates were either injured or dead. The remaining people were hiding behind the cars.

They didn't dare to shoot, fearing they would lose their fingers.

They futilely waved the heavy revolvers in their hands, shouting loudly.

Crow knew the situation was bad. He ordered his subordinates to hold their ground, but secretly prepared to slip away.

Where there's life, there's hope. He had to go for help, to find Colin Bay.

Those limestone mines, he would rather give them to Colin Bay than let the Varanasi people benefit from them.

Ratana kept his eyes on the other side. Their side was all automatic weapons.

As long as the trigger was pulled, the chain of fire that poured out suppressed the other side, preventing them from raising their heads.

That Crow wanted to run. Ratana raised his hand and fired a shot, and blood splattered from the other side's shoulder.

He didn't stop and continued to run. Ratana fired another shot, this time hitting his thigh.

Crow fell down the riverbank. Ratana glanced twice but didn't see anyone.

Bang! Bang! Sparks erupted on the hood in front of Ratana.

Oh! There really are people not afraid of death.

"Shoot them! Don't save any bullets!" Ratana was furious.

For a time, the gunfire was intense, and soon there was no more gunfire from the other side.

Magazines were empty. Some were busy reloading, while others cautiously approached.

Crow and Honey Badger had only driven one truck. During the exchange of fire, there weren't many places to take cover.

The Sur family's thugs circled around to the back. Many figures lay scattered on the ground.

Some were moaning, some were silent. The only one who survived was clutching his head, his body shaking uncontrollably like chaff.

His trouser legs were soaked with urine, and he was muttering pleas for mercy.

Only after getting confirmation from his subordinates did Ratana walk over with peace of mind.

He kicked the completely dead Honey Badger. Fear still lingered on the other man's face.

"Bah!" Ratana kicked his fat face again.

It was this guy, who actually dared to ambush him.

"Where's that Crow?" Ratana asked his subordinate.

"Didn't see him," "Fell into the river!", "Drowned!"

The crowd spoke all at once, making wild guesses.

Ratana waved his hand to silence them, then directly stepped a large foot onto the captive's face.

"Speak! Where is that bird thief?"

"Sir! Please spare me, I didn't do anything, it was all Crow. I just saw his back by the riverbank."

Ratana frowned. Ran away?

He was about to send someone to chase when Rowan hurried over from behind.

"Brother Ratana, are you alright?"

"Those guys' guns can't hurt me." Ratana laughed loudly.

"Damn it, are all the landlords in Uttar Pradesh desperadoes?" Rowan's understanding of the fierce folk customs of his hometown was refreshed again.

"I told you long ago, don't be polite to these guys, otherwise they won't respect us."

"Are both beasts dead?" Rowan asked.

"One is dead, the other probably escaped, but he's injured."

"Chase!" Rowan said fiercely.

"Huh?" Ratana looked at him strangely. "Aren't you afraid that Yadav will cause you trouble?"

"Stop joking. Since it's done, we must root out the problem completely."

"Good! My brother, this is the seed of our Sur family!"

"You take the men and go. Leave this place to me."

Several of the Sur family's thugs were also injured, but luckily none died.

Crow's group was scared witless by the exploding guns and didn't even dare to fight back.

Rowan personally bandaged the injured. He had brought a complete set of first-aid supplies when he came.

With Rowan taking care of things, Ratana also felt relieved and led his men to chase along the river.

Crow had indeed run away. After seeing the other side's uniform automatic weapons, he knew he couldn't win today.

He had originally planned to feign some back-and-forth to stabilize the other side first, and then find Colin Bay to intervene afterward.

Who knew that brute Honey Badger would actually fire first.

This idiot, his death is not to be regretted!

Crow limped along the small river. He didn't dare to return to the manor, nor could he go to town. The road was too far, and he was injured.

So he could only find the nearest place to hide. Kana Village was very close.

That was his territory, and the villagers were his servants. As long as he got there, things would be easy.

He had to hide for a few days, lie low, and then go to Mirzapur town.

The wounds on his shoulder and thigh caused him unbearable pain.

He finally managed to reach an abandoned thatched hut with great difficulty. He couldn't stand steady anymore and plopped down onto the blackened corner.

Phew, damn it, those Varanasi people are really a bunch of fucking beasts!

Just you wait, when I find help, I'll definitely kill my way back.

You won't get away with it...

Crow froze. Standing in front of him was a teenager, somewhat familiar.