Chapter 210 Scapegoat
"Master! Master!" Muna ran over crying, "Please save my brother!"
"Muna?" Ron went over. "What's going on?"
"My brother, please look at my brother!"
Muna's uncles hurriedly put down the stretcher made of wooden boards. They stepped aside and looked over eagerly.
Ron stepped forward, then his body trembled imperceptibly.
The young man on the wooden board looked quite young and was wearing a gorgeous groom's attire.
But there was a big hole in his right eye, and dark red blood and suspicious paste flowed out of the eye socket, covering half of his face hideously.
Ron squatted down, felt his breath, and placed his fingers on his wrist to feel it for a while.
"Muna."
"Master, your magic medicine! Please use the magic medicine to save my brother, just like you saved me last time." Muna begged.
He was shot last time and thought he was going to die, but his master saved him with that magical medicine.
"Muna, it's too late." Ron slowly stood up.
"Master." Muna burst into tears.
Ron shook his head. The person on the ground was already a corpse, and even Lord Shiva couldn't save him.
Muna burst into tears, that was his dearest brother.
His mother died of illness, his father died of vomiting blood, and now his only close brother is also dead.
Last night, the donkey ran all night carrying his brother's body, and Muna followed it all night.
He hoped to send his brother to his master and ask for a miracle medicine.
It's over now, everything is over, it's too late.
Mother, father, brother.
Muna kept crying and couldn't stop.
He had too many questions. Why, even after the two beasts that had been a scourge to the village died, his family still couldn't live a good life?
He had obviously put on a khaki uniform and became a big shot in the village.
His brother clearly found a job on a construction site and didn't have to ride on a truck to go to the city to make a living.
Their family clearly has hope, but why do people around them keep dying one after another?
He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't even do anything about the murderer.
Muna's uncles comforted him, saying that everyone in the family loved him and they had to deal with Raja's funeral first.
They talked a lot, but never mentioned the murderer.
They are just low castes, how could they have the courage to cause trouble to the high castes.
Those guys have cars and guns, they must be big shots in town.
Ron sighed as he watched, but Ratan suddenly thought of something.
"Muna, who shot your brother?"
"It's them," Muna slowly raised his head, "The King of Mirzapur, I know him."
"Are you sure?"
"He drove that white car and came here last time, you know that, Master."
Ron's eyes moved, he remembered that Muna had mentioned this before.
"Muna, tell me everything that happened last night. Don't leave anything out." Ron instructed him.
Muna stopped crying and described in detail what happened at the wedding, with several uncles also adding to his story.
After listening to the stories of several people, Ron and his friends were almost certain that the injuries to the miners were also caused by that group of people.
“That young man should be Tripathi’s son.”
"Who cares about that bullshit king? I'm going to take people to take them down right now." Ratan started calling for help without saying a word.
Ron stopped him in time, as going like this would be a big loss.
"We didn't even know the other side's strength, manpower, and relationships. We were so reckless."
"Mirzapur is just a small town, brother." Ratan didn't care about the Tripathi family.
"People forget that we were just rural landowners in Varanasi before. They've been doing arms business here for so many years, and they might have more guns than us. We'll suffer a great loss if we go there like this."
"But we can't just let this matter go. Otherwise, how will others view the Suer family?"
"Of course, the workers at the mine were shot and Munna's brother was also shot dead. This is a pure murder case. We need to put some pressure on Lucknow."
"Oh, you mean?" Ratan's eyes lit up.
"Yadav absolutely does not want to see any accidents happen at the mine. He has boasted in the media that our cement plant is regarded as a benchmark project in Uttar Pradesh."
Uttar Pradesh newspapers have been reporting on the incident recently, and Ron even went to Lucknow to attend a media conference.
Uttar Pradesh's previous development relied entirely on agriculture, and the ministers who took office were all committed to making money. There were no significant industrial projects in the entire state.
The emergence of the Sur Cement Plant attracted widespread coverage from the state media, and Yadav took all the credit for himself without hesitation.
At this critical juncture, something unexpected happened at the mine, which was what he least wanted to see.
"This matter will not end so easily. The Tripathi family must at least give an explanation."
Ron is not a good guy now. He knows that in Uttar Pradesh, sometimes you have to show your fists.
"I understand. I'll make the call right now and check the other party's background." Ratan already knew what to do.
"Call some of the other family members over here. There are still too few people in the mine." Ron advised him.
The Suer family has a large population, and Ron has seven or eight cousins.
Some of them are married, some are doing business in the city and have already settled down in Varanasi.
But there were also a few recent graduates from the school who were brought over to help manage the mine affairs.
At critical moments, family members are more reliable, and Ron doesn't dare to use outsiders.
"Master, thank you." Muna knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
He didn't understand politics, he only knew that his master wanted to seek justice for his brother.
"The Suer family will not treat their own people unfairly."
"Master, if you need help going to Mirzapur, please take me with you."
Ron was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.
Uttar Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, there are countless tragedies like this happening every day.
Ram was in a good mood after returning from Chandauli. Last night, he not only raped the beautiful girl, but her sister also did not escape his clutches.
They were just an ordinary family. Faced with a devil like him, the whole family did not dare to resist.
Whistling, Ram shook the keys in his hand and walked leisurely into the living room.
His father, Karin, and his paralyzed grandfather were enjoying lunch.
Ram sat down as if no one was around. His stepmother Bina greeted him warmly, "Come, Rambai, I cooked mutton today."
"I've eaten outside." Ram sat down and pinched a nut and put it in his mouth.
Karin was talking to the people around him. They were holding pistols in their hands and seemed to be discussing the quality of the guns.
The entire family is used to all this because it is the Tripathi family business.
After giving a few instructions, Karin turned and looked at his son.
"Have you delivered the batch of guns I asked you to deliver a few days ago?"
"Not yet, Dad. I'm a little busy recently. I'll go in a few days." Ram threw the peanuts into his mouth nonchalantly.
"What are you busy with?" Karin stared at him.
"I visited a few classmates. There's also an election at school. I want to be the student union president."
"Really?" Karin wiped his hands and sat down.
"That's right," Ram said, feeling a little guilty. "I was canvassing for votes from my classmates. There was this jerk who wanted to compete with me, but I beat him up, and the problem was solved."
"Campaign for votes? Going to a female classmate's house to canvass for votes, raping two sisters, and then killing a groom on the way?"
"Dad," Ram swallowed, "it was just an accident."
"You idiot! Our MP in Lucknow has called home!"
Karin threw the towel at his son's face and was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
"Impossible dad, it's just a low caste village, they wouldn't dare go against the Tripathi family."
"What's going on with the mine?" Karin stared at him.
"I," Ram mumbled, "I was drunk. There was no one in the wilderness at night, so I just fired two shots."
"And it just happened to hit one of their workers, huh?"
Ram was stunned. "It was a coincidence. I didn't shoot anyone on purpose."
"Ram," Karim interrupted him, "the problem is not the shooting. The Tripathi family has the right to shoot. What matters is who they shoot at. I told you many times that the mine should not be touched now!"
Karin angrily asked the servant to bring a basin to wash his hands. He hadn't eaten much of his lunch yet, but now he had no appetite at all.
In the morning, Councillor Rao called him and said that the Sur family was asking about him.
Soon after, Gupta from the police station also came to tip off that Ram had beaten a groom to death and injured workers in the mine.
Only then did Karin realize what had happened. His son's behavior had put him in a passive position.
Even the Chief Minister seems to have taken notice of this matter, and he regards the Mirzapur cement company as a major achievement of his tenure.
Karim did not want to conflict with the Sur family at this time. His rule in Mirzapur was deeply rooted, and he could take his time and slowly establish his rule.
Ram disrupted his plans and now he has to face directly the possible attack from the Sur family.
"Dad, you are the king here. We can just take over that mine and make it our own."
"Do it yourself?" Karin almost laughed out loud. "Do you know how much it would cost to invest in that project? One hundred million rupees! Are you going to pay for it?"
Ram was stunned. He hadn't expected the mining business to be so expensive. The Tripathi family had an arms factory, but the combined business was only worth tens of millions.
Even if all kinds of black industries and smuggling are taken into account, it may not be possible to raise 100 million rupees.
"Yadav won't allow us to do anything wrong. He at least wants to see the mine and cement plant built." Kalin knew the trick very well.
Once the cement plant is built and production is on track, that will be the Tripathi family's opportunity.
Karin had already inquired and found out that the Sur family had only given Yadav a bribe but was holding on to the shares in the mine.
The Tripathi family only needs to promise Yadav a certain amount of shares, and he will definitely support Kalin in acquiring the cement plant.
No alliance is unbreakable, interests are the key.
But now is not the time, no one can touch the mine in the hands of the Suer family.
Yadav has already warned Karim through his men not to overreach.
No one should have cared about the death of the low-caste groom, but the Sur family made a big fuss about him, forcing the state police to open an investigation.
Gupta from the branch has received a notice from above and must give an explanation to this case.
"Who was with you last night?" Karin asked.
"Guru and Prav." Ram was confused.
Karin winked at Markbu, the tall man sitting at the table, who immediately understood and left.
"Dad." Ram seemed to realize something.
"Ram, remember this. If you want to be the king of Mirzapur, you can't treat anyone around you as a friend." Karin said expressionlessly.
Soon Makbu came in with the short guru, and Prav had gone to the countryside and was not in the town.
"Kalin!" The little follower Gulu excitedly stepped forward and performed a foot-touching salute.
He usually only hangs out with Ram, and today he was personally summoned by Karin, and he was extremely excited.
"Guru," Karin smiled, "You are Ram's right-hand man, right?"
“Of course, I can die for Rambai!” The short guru pounded his chest.
"Well, now we have the chance." Karin smiled with satisfaction.
"What?" Guru looked left and right, confused.
The tall Markbu stepped forward, and Guru finally saw something wrong in his eyes, that was murderous intent.
He had no idea what was happening, but instinct made him run away.
Before he could even take a step, Guru was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Makbu.
Guru raised his legs into the air and kicked hard, but he could not utter a word.
Karin wiped his mouth with a napkin, oblivious to the surroundings. Ram watched silently, his eyes trembling.
Finally, Guru stopped struggling, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
"Send the man to the mine and tell Gupta that the case can be closed." Karim got up and went upstairs.
(End of this chapter)
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