Chapter 89 The Tip of the Iceberg
Ron woke up from the cold in the morning, and the cool morning air penetrated him from all directions. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying naked on the side.
No wonder, it turned out that the two human-shaped hot packs kicked him away. Yawning, Ron moved his butt closer.
"If I had known you still had the strength, I shouldn't have let you go so easily last night." Mary was slightly hurt by his pinch and couldn't help but slap the mischievous hand away.
"Last night was last night, and today is today."
"Oh, actually I'm a little hungry."
"Ron. Inside, Lena turned over while mumbling.
Not only was he talking in his sleep early in the morning, but he was also thinking about beautiful things. Ron withdrew his hand embarrassedly.
"Can I ask a question?" He wisely changed the subject.
"What?"
"Yesterday you and Lina easily took care of those four Indian men. I didn't see it, but I think it must have been very dangerous."
"Are you asking if we have this ability?"
"Well, I'm a little curious." Ron glanced at her.
Honestly, even he was terrified by this kind of skill. Last night, he even gave up the initiative, only using 40% to 50% of his skills.
"You can think of it as the result of some kind of training." Mary turned over, and the water bag on her chest swayed from side to side.
"That's it?" He was drawn to the topic.
"That's how Lena and I lived for a long time."
"You must not have liked that time."
"Maybe, but I was used to it by then."
This wasn't the answer Ron wanted, and Mary had no intention of explaining further.
He didn't ask any further questions, he knew the timing was not right or they were not ready yet.
"Are you going to settle yesterday's matter today?" Mary asked.
"At least get some information."
"when?"
"Now." Ron stood up, put on his clothes and went downstairs.
Looking at his back, a hint of worry flashed in Mary's eyes.
"Where's Ron?" Lena, who had just woken up, looked around.
"Leave."
"So fast?" Lena was a little disappointed.
Last night, Ron carried her around the room, and she fell asleep from exhaustion. He had planned to let her be the knight today, but she didn't see anyone.
After visiting North Mumbai, Ron deeply felt the heritage of South Mumbai as a CBD area.
Not to mention the skyscrapers, even the construction sites everywhere are much more lively than North Mumbai.
But, that was all. As soon as he went downstairs, he frowned at the various smells.
Many roads are still bumpy, and every time a three-wheeled motorcycle jumps over them, a large pool of dirty water splashes everywhere.
As usual, rats came out to look for food on the garbage heaps on both sides of the street, and they were as fat as piglets.
A yellow taxi honked its horn on the side of the road, and Ron saw Vinod waving at him.
"How's Anand?" Ron got into the taxi.
“He’s fine, he’s happy. Frieda is taking care of him like a hero,” Vinod said, smiling.
"I'll see him again on Thursday." Ron happened to be going to the slums for a consultation that day.
"You have to call me for this kind of good thing next time, Ron."
"Good news?"
"Although Indians are sentimental and righteous, we are not afraid of being bullied. I have learned wrestling since I was a child."
Ron suspected that last sentence was what made him think this was a good thing.
"Where are you going today?"
"Go to this address." Ron handed him a note.
The car drove due north of Colaba for an hour, finally slowing down on the outskirts of Bandra district, on a street lined with shops and supermarkets, and then turned into an alley.
The alley was deserted, and when Ron opened the car door he could hardly see anyone, but he could hear music.
After telling Vinod to wait for him here, Ron walked to the other end of the alley.
This was his first time here, and perhaps Khad Khan lived nearby. He passed through an archway and saw several guards standing at the gate of the courtyard.
He didn't need to explain, Johnny came out and led him in. First there was a corridor, then two flights of stairs, and the music got louder.
When I pushed open the door, I saw a large room filled with people, cigarettes, and loud music. The room was rectangular and hung with green silk fabrics and carpets.
At the other end of the room was a small raised stage where four musicians sat on silk mats and played songs.
There were low tables along the wall, with various snacks and treats on them. Waiters moved between the groups, serving black tea in long glasses.
Someone was smoking a hookah, and the air was dotted with wisps of blue smoke, rising and swirling.
Ron frowned slightly when he saw this scene. It was obviously a typical Muslim gathering, and his identity was a bit embarrassing.
But he soon regained his composure. Since Had Khan didn't mind him as a pagan, what else could he, a fake, say?
"Haderbai is talking to someone and will be there soon." Johnny patted his shoulder and walked into the crowd.
He seemed to be very famous. Several people here stood up to greet him. Some people hugged him warmly and held his hands tightly.
Ron looked at the crowd and soon saw some familiar faces, such as Rafiq, the fiery man from the Shiva Army.
Later, I heard from Dirang that he was in charge of the red-light district near the Colaba slums, as well as some other gray businesses.
In addition to him, Ron also recognized some people through photos in the newspaper, including famous politicians and some well-known Bollywood stars.
Ron now believed that this was not Khad Khan's residence, but rather a private club.
He saw a man dressed as a manager standing next to Khad Khan. There was a round, dark bruise on his forehead, which was the scar caused by the Muslims during prayer.
The manager shouted instructions, having a new table and some cushions immediately brought in and placed in a corner of the room with an unobstructed view of the stage.
"Ron, come here." Hardhan sat in his new seat and waved at him.
Ron went over and sat down cross-legged, and Johnny took a seat to his left. A waiter brought spicy rice with chili powder and a large plate of mixed fruit.
The waiter who served the tea held the thin-mouthed teapot one meter above the glass and poured the hot tea into the cup without spilling a drop of water.
It's true, this trick is a bit like the tea art performance in my hometown. Of course, the third brother's skills can't compare to the Eighteen Dragon Forms, so it's just a gimmick.
"Do you remember how to drink Persian black tea?" Hadhan looked at him with a smile.
"Of course." Ron picked up a sugar cube and placed it between his upper and lower teeth, then picked up the cup and took a sip.
"It's very authentic, even the Persians can't find any fault with it." Khad Khan laughed.
He laughed out loud, and the sight of a Hindu drinking tea in the Persian way seemed to tickle his funny bone.
"Yesterday, my people were beaten." Ron spoke after the sugar in his mouth melted.
"I know that when you were blocked, my people had already received the news." He restrained his smile and his expression became slightly serious.
"So you know who the other party is?" Ron put down his teacup and sat up straight.
Hadhan nodded slightly, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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