Chapter 186 Master

"Boy, are you from Kana Village?" Crow frowned, but still asked patiently.

"Yes, sir, you have also drunk the tea I brewed." Muna smiled, his smile was flattering and respectful.

"Oh, I remember now. You're the clerk at the tea shop at the entrance of the village."

"Master, you have a good memory." Muna flattered habitually, looking around.

It was this house where the servant was tortured to death. His house was burned down to a few earthen walls.

No one in the village wants to come here, and they are not even allowed to pass by the door.

"Boy, no tea today. Go find a bullock cart, I'm going to Mirzapur town." Crow waved his hand, just like he usually did to send away servants.

"Master, you are injured. I will help you to my house to take shelter, and then we can find a bullock cart."

"Did you hear the gunshot just now?" Crow glanced at him.

"I heard it, it was like fireworks. Everyone in the tea shop ran away, including the owner. I was timid so I ran back to the village." Muna was very honest.

"Did you see that group of people?" asked the crow.

"I didn't dare look back, but I saw someone holding a gun and looking for something by the river in the distance."

"Damn Varanasi people!" Crow tightened the gun in his hand.

He was shot in the right shoulder and could only hold the gun with his left hand, which was very awkward.

My left leg was also hit. I had just managed to hold on to this point, but now I can't stand up anymore.

"Boy, if you can get me to town, you can waive 20% of your rent this year."

"Master, you are truly our loving father! Without you, who will protect us in the future?"

Muna plopped down on the ground and hugged Crow's feet. The big, dirty feet with long nails almost poked Muna's face.

"Get up, boy." The crow finally smiled.

The two gunshot wounds on his body were very painful, and he didn't have time to treat them, so he is still bleeding.

While Muna was getting up, he took the opportunity to glance at the gun in Crow's hand, which was held tightly.

"My legs are not convenient, please give me some support."

"Okay, sir." Muna stood up and walked over.

He saw the crow's scalp and a clear white line among the sparse hair.

It goes all the way to a point in the middle of the head, which is where a person's hair spreads out.

As a child, Muna often lay on his father's back and touched his body, so he was very familiar with this spot.

"Stop dawdling, boy!" the crow urged him.

"Here I am, sir."

Muna squatted down, used one hand to support the crow, and supported the ground with the other hand, then touched a stone.

It was a burnt stone, very black, and difficult to notice unless you looked closely.

He grabbed the stone and stood up, and the white line appeared in front of him again.

"Kid."

Bang! Muna aimed at the white dot and smashed it down hard.

The crow swayed and leaned against the wall, his mouth making a hissing sound, just like tea gushing out of the spout of a kettle.

Muna walked over and raised the stone.

Bang! The gun went off.

Muna's body shook and he continued to smash down.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Over and over again.

The crow's beak continued to hiss as he supported himself on his hands and knees, slowly crawling out a circle on the ground, as if looking for someone who was supposed to protect him.

Muna took a breath, moved over, stepped on his back, and knelt down.

He was finding a suitable height, and he turned the beast's body so that it was facing him.

Muna pressed his knees against its chest, unbuttoned the collar, and touched the collarbone with his hands to find that spot.

He often touched his father all over his body, and his favorite place to touch was the junction of his neck and chest, where all the tendons and veins bulged out.

As long as Muna touched the concave spot on his father's neck, he would control his father. He could make his father unable to breathe with just one finger.

Muna gasped and lifted the stone, pointing the pointy end downward.

The skin on the landlord's neck was very soft and much cleaner than my father's scarred body.

puff!

The stone is as sharp as a knife, penetrating deep into the flesh!

The crow suddenly opened his eyes and his blood sprayed all over Muna's face.

Muna couldn't see anything for a moment, he fell to the ground, laughing.

He was a free man, and so were his family.

There were footsteps at the door, and Muna turned his head with difficulty.

It's those Varanasi people.

"Who's hurt?"

Ron, who was bandaging his men's wounds, was surprised to see Ratan carrying a figure back.

"See if you can save him?" Ratan shrugged.

"Is this... the tea shop boy?" Ron still had some impression of Muna.

"When we found the crow, its head was already blown apart. He's quite brave!" Ratan tilted his head towards the ground.

Ron lifted Muna's shirt. He was shot in the side of his waist and blood was oozing out.

Without any hesitation, Ron picked up tweezers and a scalpel and started treating the area.

It's too late to go to the hospital; it's too far.

Half an hour later, Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down the medical equipment in his hand.

"How is it?" Ratan asked.

"He's lucky. It was a penetrating wound, but his internal organs are fine. As for whether he can survive, it all depends on his luck."

Anyone who knows about India’s sanitary conditions knows about it, and the weather is hot.

Muna's real danger is whether he will be infected next.

"What are you going to do with these people?" Ron looked at the rows of corpses on the ground.

“Uttar Pradesh is so big, there are many places that can absorb corpses.”

"Digestion?"

"Brother, you won't want to listen to this." Ratan winked at him and then ordered his men to clean up the battlefield.

Weapons, shell casings, and all, were taken away. They didn't have to worry about the bloodstains on the ground; nature would take care of it.

Strangely enough, the sky, which was covered with dark clouds just now, is now clear.

The sun is so bright that people can’t open their eyes.

Muna moved his eyelids and woke up.

"Sir, do you believe in the sun god?"

Ron, who was squatting on the side packing up the utensils, looked up, a little surprised.

"Of course, my last name is Sue."

"So you are the sun. It was the sun that saved me."

Ron smiled and said, "Don't be too happy yet. Let's wait until we can survive seven days."

"If I can survive, sir," Muna mustered up the courage, "can I be your servant?"

Anil, who was standing guard on the side, heard this and pulled the bolt of his gun with a click.

Muna's eyes were filled with fear. He didn't know why the big man suddenly became so fierce.

Ron laughed, then shook his head, "I have servants."

"Sir, my home is in Kana Village. Go inside and you'll find the house with the big buffalo at the door."

Muna talked a lot, listing all the members of his family.

If a lower caste tells a higher caste where his home is, it means he is offering his loyalty.

He couldn't run away, as his family was there. The servant who was tortured to death by the honey badger was a lesson for us.

Muna was injured and it was difficult for him to speak.

"Sir, if you don't want me as a servant, you can hire me."

"Hire?"

"Yes, I can do a lot of work. I can break coal, boil sugar water, make tea, herd cattle, and I am familiar with every river and every mountain here."

"Have you been to those mountains?" Ron pointed to the small hills in the distance.

"Yes, I've been there. I even caught a golden-winged bird there!"

"Let's talk about it after you recover from your injury."

Ron smiled and continued packing his first aid kit.

"Sir, are you looking for the home of those two beasts? I know where it is." Muna was eager to show off.

"I've sent someone, kid." Ratan came over. "Just pray that you can survive."

"What do you mean, going to the mine now?" Ron asked.

"Of course, since we're here, I'll leave a few people behind to guard it."

"Okay, leave these wounded here and we'll go take a look." Ron stood up.

"This is our territory from now on. Look over there."

Ratan pointed into the distance where there was a vague outline of a manor.

"I've already sent someone to notify them, and they have three days to move out."

The children of the honey badger and the crow are not here; they were sent to Lucknow to study long ago.

Now all that was left were the unimportant old, weak, women and children. Ratan was not yet so perverted as to attack these people.

This is not in line with the rules of the underworld. Anyone who gets involved in this will die, and his family will not be affected by the disaster.

Of course, if their children are ungrateful, that’s another matter.

Leaving one car behind, Ron and Ratan led their men and marched towards several small hills.

When they reached the drying yard at the foot of the mountain, the place was peaceful and tranquil. The sound of gunfire from a few kilometers away seemed to have not even reached them.

The hill is not high, but it covers a large area, like an upside-down round-brimmed straw hat.

A large open space was cleared at the foot of the mountain and covered with fine limestone powder.

A man was leading a donkey out of a place that looked like a mine.

The donkey was wearing a bright red saddle and had a metal trough filled with limestone fragments hanging on one side.

Behind this donkey are two little donkeys of the same color, with two metal troughs hanging on their backs, which are also filled with gravel.

The two little donkeys moved forward a little slower, and the leading donkey often stopped and looked back at them until the man cracked his whip with a loud sound.

The gravel in the metal trough will be placed in a millstone-like pit and crushed, and then the usable part will be screened out manually.

Then continue grinding, baking in a pit, drying, and stirring.

There is not a single machine in the entire operation site, and everything is done manually.

There are still many sheds here, and those sheds are close to each other, like the alleys in the slums.

Ron could even see women with their children crowded in the shed preparing food.

Workers, workshops, sheds, and families all gathered at the foot of this small mountain.

They eat here, sleep here, and work here.

Seeing Ron and his group coming, a dark-skinned man leading the group approached them cautiously and asked if they wanted to buy cement.

Ron and Latan looked at each other, not even knowing what to say.

It can be seen that the people here are of the same caste, and their caste is lower than that of Muna.

They may have never left here. From birth to death, they live only to help their masters process more cement.

In the end, Ratan waved his hand and asked his subordinates to gather all the workers in the workshop together.

He only announced one thing, that from now on this place would belong to the Suer family, their new owners.

The leading man was stunned for a moment, then he knelt down obediently and stretched his hand to the feet of Ron and the others.

One by one, everyone knelt down without a sound.

"Forget it, let our people go and check out the mine." Ron said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)