The city of hotness-Mumbai

The tropical monsoon north of the Indian Ocean makes the city passionate and passionate.

It revitalizes its energy during the day and can only truly survive at night.

After sunset, this colorful city gradually showed its charming charm, with parties and dinners coloured, and nightclub disco crowded with people, full of hints and teasing.

But it also has a dark side that is difficult to see directly.

Kama Simpura-

Mumbai (the world's largest red light district).

Here, gang members and bar dancers are born together, politicians and rich people are extremely extravagant, and the prosperity of industry has cultivated a large number of middle-class people, and they squander here, even the poor can enjoy their senses and feelings, and only two rupees can be used to party all night.

Pimps control debt slaves.

Women with lower castes are even worse than dogs in the eyes of higher castes.

It only takes one step to completely destroy a girl.

Take her to Kama Simpura.

Here, there are all kinds of women you want.

But Ruahu obviously didn't feel like this tonight.

Fourth Block.

A dilapidated factory building has been converted into a warehouse by the Brotherhood.

In a huge factory building with a height of more than 10 meters, a large number of exhaust fans were installed on the rough red brick walls, and the glass had been smashed, and several ceiling fans were rotated on the top of the incandescent lamp, causing the light and shadow in the warehouse to intertwine.

A large amount of cargo was piled up against the wall, including cartons of all sizes, wooden frames, air boxes, and even two stolen containers. Next to it was a lathe, punching machine, welding machine, cutting machine and other processing equipment full of oil.

"Source...Source...Source..."

Sharp and harsh friction sound.

In the middle of the warehouse, under a high-power searchlight, Ruahu was naked and sparks flew around his hands.

He saw the barrel of the shotgun with a cutting machine, then changed it to the other side to polish it flat, and then put it in front of him for observation. He admired his handicrafts and seemed extremely satisfied.

Saw off one, and a few subordinates next to him quickly took it and hid them in the mezzanine of the van.

Outside the door, there were roars of vehicles and dazzling headlights, sharp brakes, and screams of beaten sticks.

The iron door was pushed open, and a guy with blood-stained hands tied up on his back and a sack on his head was escorted in by several Arians in floral shirts.

Press it roughly on the ground and make him kneel down.

After receiving the order, the subordinates of each block immediately began to act and took out despicable eyeliners from every corner.

At this time, there was a row of kneeling on the ground.

There were more Arians influx, as well as low caste thugs.

The more people gather, the more they are, and in the end they are already so dark that they can’t tell the difference.

After sawing off the last barrel, Ruahu finally finished his work. He held a golden golf club in his hand, dragged it over and knocked it on the machine tool twice.

The crowd stood up with a loud bang.

Spit out the cigarettes in their mouths and throw them on the ground and stomp them out.

The warehouse that was still noisy just now suddenly became silent.

Ruahu glanced around and said, "Are you all here?"

"It's almost done." In the crowd, an Arian man with a sharp knife stood up: "There are only a few little mice left and will be caught soon."

After saying that, the sacks on the mice's heads were taken off one after another.

They raised their heads with bruised noses and swollen faces. When they saw Ruahu's face clearly, their hearts were ashamed, their whole body was soft, and their eyes were runny. Or they were trembling desperately, but no one dared to defend themselves.

Ruahu picked up a beautiful stick flower and picked up a golden golf club. He didn't care about his life or death, and dragged one out after another after hitting one.

A horrifying scream came from the warehouse.

After dealing with these mice, Ruahu rubbed the golf clubs with care and wiped away the bright red blood on it.

He turned around and looked at everyone with sharp eyes.

"Brothers Arian, it's time to get rich. Next, I ask you to do your best to help our customers complete this order of goods and shut up those damn guys..."

Outside the warehouse, the cleaned rats were wailing, but were quickly dragged further away.

The Brotherhood's publicity and promotion are a bit old-fashioned, but very practical.

Ruahu's arm fluttered.

His subordinates shouted in unison: "Glory belongs to the Arians only."

Speak out in Indian language, this slogan is quite imposing.

Ruahu nodded with satisfaction and had good morale.

"Let your damn things beside you, find all the people who can use it, and take your weapons brothers. I need a team of people to go to Tuban to get the damn customs, find them out, and stare at them. If you dare not listen to advice, let them know how powerful Brother Arian is."

The guy holding a steel knife stood up and the steel knife was shocked: "I'll go."

Ruahu lifted the suitcase and threw a roll of Rupee over: "Take all your brothers with you and do it beautifully, don't let our patrons down."

"Next." Ruahu glanced at him again: "I need a team of people to find Albaz and tell him that this is my brother Arian and let them shut their damn stinky mouths."

"I'll go." Another leader also stood up immediately, and a roll of rupee flew into his hands.

...

"I still need a team to get the damn investigation bureau and let them shut their damn smelly mouth..."

Ruahu arranged in an orderly manner.

People are sent to handle every link.

After the distribution was completed, half a box of rupees was barely bottomed out.

After estimating, there are still fifty or sixty people left for Lin Lingdong to arrange.

"The rest of my brothers, drive into your car and throw away your mistresses. I must see you tomorrow at 7 a.m.."

...

Rich people's area.

Harbor Avenue, the All Nations Buildings Complex.

Giorgio-ArMani brand store.

Lin Lingdong changed into straight trousers, shiny leather shoes, a high-end shirt worth $700, a belt with LV on his waist, and two large gold chains as thick as fingers were wrapped around his left and right wrists. Compared to that, the Rolex on his wrist was not very conspicuous.

A toad mirror with gold edges was inserted into the pocket of the shirt.

In this way, he looks like a damn nouveau riche.

Yang Yun is almost the same.

Although the height difference is a little different for a big-name men's clothing, it is because the bones are big enough and the temperament changes a lot. She is wearing a fashionable V-neck T-shirt, and a large gold chain as thick as a finger around her open neck.

Lin Lingdong took off his sunglasses and put them on Yang Yun's ear.

"Good, it looks much more comfortable."

"Don't mess with me, brother-in-law, this chain is so heavy, wouldn't it be too arrogant?" Yang Yun stood in front of the mirror and looked at his strange appearance: "It feels so strange as if he was shooting a movie."

Lin Lingdong: "That's it."

Turning his head, Lin Lingdong's face became serious: "Do you still remember what I said to you?"

Yang Yun: "Uh, what?"

"Tough!" Lin Lingdong pressed Yang Yun's shoulder: "I told you that in this country, you must be tough enough. You must reflect it from all aspects. You cannot be underestimated, do you understand?"

Yang Yun thought for a moment, his eyes lit up: "Oh, I understand."
Chapter completed!