I'm a Master in India

Ron's feelings towards Ajai Lal were extraordinarily complex. This guy was definitely an oddball among Indian police officers.

It wasn't hard to tell from his words and actions that he came from an elite family and had received a good education. At the same time, he was conscientious, rejected bribes outright, and genuinely took action when things happened.

But dealing with a police officer who didn't accept bribes always gave Ron a strange feeling.

Like now, for example. At his request, Ron had to rush to a potential crime scene where an explosive device was suspected.

Normally, Ron would have run away long ago, figuring he could just pay his way out of trouble. But now that all of Mumbai was in chaos, his connections were useless.

Helpless, Ron could only hurry towards Victoria Terminus with Ajai.

After all, he also had business there, and he didn't want to see the famous Victoria Terminus turned into ruins.

A large group of people returned to the train station on auto-rickshaws. Ron casually glanced around and spotted the motorcycle leaning against the corner of the wall.

"That's the one. A slum dweller rode it towards the train station and then disappeared."

"This is bad." Even from a distance, Ajai could almost be certain that there was something wrong with that motorcycle.

"Sir, let's get the bomb squad here," his subordinate quickly suggested.

In this kind of situation, it's better to be safe than sorry. If Ajai had a moment of madness and ordered them, his subordinates, to check the situation, that would be truly terrible.

Ajai accepted the suggestion. He picked up the walkie-talkie and began reporting the situation to his superiors.

At the same time, he directed his subordinates to evacuate the nearby crowd. Judging from the previous explosions, the saboteurs were using some kind of high-energy explosive.

To be on the safe side, no one was allowed to stay within sixty meters. Watching the police knock on doors from house to house with sticks, Ron couldn't help but feel his mouth go dry.

Damn it, they're serious! He had almost been hit by that motorcycle not long ago. The more he thought about it, the faster Ron's heart beat.

Before long, the fully armed bomb squad rushed over. They had been at Mangaldas Market in the south, but everything that was going to explode there had already exploded, so they were transferred here.

Ajai was right, there was indeed something wrong with the motorcycle. The bomb squad removed a five-kilogram RDX explosive package from under the rear seat, and even found a manual detonator by the roadside nearby.

Watching the bomb squad carefully transport the explosives away, Ron and Ajai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Their shirts were already soaked through.

Especially Ron, who had unknowingly walked through the gates of hell, which made his face look terrible.

Regardless of the slum dweller's reasons for abandoning the detonation of this bomb, Ron desperately hoped that Ajai could solve the case as soon as possible.

In the face of bombs, everyone is equal. He, this Brahmin, hadn't even had a good taste of being superior to others.

"Mr. Sur, you have averted a disaster. God knows what would have happened if it had been left here," Ajai said solemnly, expressing his gratitude.

"This also saved me. I walk this road every day. I really hope that Mumbai will return to peace as soon as possible. We have lost too much," Ron sighed for his business.

"That's right, the riots have already killed nearly ten thousand people. This time, who knows how many more will die?"

Ron was shocked and frightened. It turned out that so many people had died in the Mumbai riots two months ago.

That's not what the newspapers said, especially the mainstream newspapers. They either kept silent or used hundreds of casualties to cover up the facts.

Even Kavya, who had access to some sensitive information, only knew the vague figure of thousands of casualties.

If Ajai hadn't told him, Ron would probably have been kept in the dark. After all, the power of the Hindu community is far greater than that of the Muslim community, and they can silence most of the media.

After this incident, Ron and Ajai's relationship became much closer. After agreeing to have coffee another day, they each left in a hurry.

Ajai was busy with the bombing case, and Ron also needed to return home as soon as possible to consider his next plans.

As soon as he entered the door, Little Nia rushed over.

"Baba!"

"Okay, it's okay. The police are already investigating, those bastards won't get away."

"Baba was too dangerous just now!" Nia rarely expressed dissatisfaction.

"Ah, who would have thought something like this would happen?" Ron was also very helpless.

"You must not do dangerous things!"

"Of course."

"Will you stay home for the next few days then?" Nia looked at him expectantly.

"Well, that's all I can do. Mumbai's economy this year will probably be very bad. Many businessmen left two months ago."

Receiving a definite answer, Nia breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly happy. She liked being with her master.

"By the way, Nia, let's go back to Uttar Pradesh too."

"Ah?" Nia, who was in a dreamy state, looked up in surprise.

"After this bombing, even more businessmen will leave Mumbai. They want to get out of the limelight, and my business won't make any progress. It's a good opportunity to send the ashes of Mom, Dad, and Uncle Abi back to the sacred river during this time."

This was certainly not because Ron was suddenly filial. As he said, there was no hope for business in Mumbai for the time being. With successive riots and explosions, even the top wealthy people had to hide far away.

Perhaps these wealthy people had been vacationing abroad since the day of the riots. Ron also wanted to slack off a bit. Since Nia often talked about Uttar Pradesh, he would go back and take a look.

With everyone panicking, his electronics factory would probably shut down. When it restarts later, he can bring some labor from his old home in the north.

"Baba, are you really planning to go back to Uttar Pradesh?" Nia looked at him furtively.

"Of course, but we won't stay too long, at most half a month."

"Then, then..."

"Hmm?" Ron looked at her strangely.

Nia's ears were a little red, and her entire delicate body was trembling slightly.

"Baba, I'll go to your room tonight."

Ron was shocked. What had happened to Nia? Did today's explosion scare her?

"Nia, how old are you this year?"

"Eighteen!" She was very sure.

"Did I misremember?" Ron muttered quietly.

"Baba, do you think I'm too young?" Nia puffed out her chest.

Ouch, that hit him right in the bullseye. That tone, that action, the yellow-haired guys love it.

"Ahem, your breasts are getting more and more exaggerated. Are you secretly working out behind my back?" Ron transformed into Kun Kun and began practicing dribbling and exerting force.

"Baba..." Nia was a little unsteady.

Ron's eyes darted around, and then he whispered a few words in her ear.

Nia nodded almost imperceptibly, and then squatted down awkwardly.

Hiss, this woman is terrifying. Ron gasped, he was aroused!

Nia was always obedient, and she was willing to do anything Ron ordered, even if she choked and got a runny nose.

Too much had happened today, and some sensory stimuli would be amplified countless times.

Going back to Uttar Pradesh was certainly not a departure right away. Ron still had some things to explain and say goodbye to a few friends.

However, the next day, before he even went out, someone called.

Three calls in a row, all wanting to interview him. Ron was baffled, and then refused without hesitation.

Interview my ass, at this time, only an idiot would be willing to jump around outside. Wasn't yesterday's explosion exciting enough? He didn't want to cause any trouble.

At the same time, Ron was also wondering why someone wanted to interview him. He was neither a politician nor a Bollywood star.

It wasn't until Kavya called that Ron understood what was going on.

"My great hero, how does it feel to be sought after?"

"What?"

"You should look at today's newspaper, or the TV."

At her direction, Ron turned on the TV. Then, he saw himself kneeling in Mangaldas Market saving people.

The surroundings were a scene of carnage, and the Muslims on the ground were dying. Ron, with the sacred thread on his wrist, was diligently bandaging and giving first aid to the injured.

This scene was simply wonderful!

Whether it was the government or the Hindus, they regarded it as a treasure. All the newspapers and TV stations seemed to have received orders to vigorously promote Ron's good deeds.

They said he was a hero of India, who, like the sun god, had compassion for the world and removed diseases.

The one who was shouting the loudest was the leader of the Shiv Sena - Bal Thackeray. He questioned the media that had previously slandered the Shiv Sena and sympathized with the Muslims:

You said that Hindus are full of malice towards Muslims and are the main culprits of the riots. What about now? The greatest harm to Muslims was brought by Muslim saboteurs, and the most active in saving people were our Hindus.

His words were irrefutable, because Ron's timing, location, and actions were all just right.

A Hindu doctor put aside his prejudices and rescued innocent Muslim people in an attack created by Muslims.

This buff was directly stacked to the max, no wonder the government and the media were sparing no effort to promote it. This shot on TV was a world-famous painting.

The government also needed a hot topic to divert public attention, and the public also needed a heroic figure to soothe the trauma caused by successive violence.

Okay, what else is there to say? Ron, this hero, whether he wants to be or not, he already is.

Kavya told him on the phone that this shot came from her.

Yesterday at Mangaldas Market, Kavya ran into Ron. She bravely came to the explosion site to get first-hand information. She was still an intern reporter, and she really wanted to improve.

Ron's actions made her realize that this was a topic with the potential for breaking news.

As she expected, the editor of The Times of India shouted excitedly after receiving this photo.

The word "intern" in Kavya's reporter title was probably going to be removed. The only thing she felt sorry about was that she didn't get Ron's consent before publishing the report.

"Kavya, you don't need to feel sorry, actually you also helped me a lot." Ron's eyes darted around, this was a rare opportunity for publicity.

It seems that the plan to return to Uttar Pradesh has to be slightly delayed, he still has to jump around in Mumbai for a few more days.

Damn it, his electronics factory is saved!