Chapter 9: The Hidden Fortune

"Open it, open it. We've been fussing with it since last night. This safe is so sturdy. There must be good things inside." The boss laughed.

As the door of the safe was opened, a lot of necklaces, bracelets, and other jewelry poured out. Most of them were made of gold, and there were also several large gold bars weighing several kilograms.

In addition to the gold jewelry, there were also stacks of brand-new thousand-rupee notes.

"Boss, we've made a fortune." The eyes of his trusted subordinates widened.

The boss almost held his breath.

He thought there would be a lot of good stuff in there, but he didn't expect there would be so many.

Last night's heist was a great success, and they had gained a lot.

"How much? Let's count them quickly." The boss's breathing quickened. "Everyone step aside. I'll count them myself."

How could he let his subordinates handle such a huge treasure? The men around wanted to go up themselves, but since the boss had spoken, they could only bear it and stand by to enjoy the sight.

"Why is there another notebook? Huh? Written in English? What the hell?" The boss saw a small notebook in the safe. After opening it, he found some numbers and English inside. He couldn't understand it and just threw it on the ground.

His mind was all on cash and gold.

The value of the gold was difficult to estimate for now, but the cash could be counted. At a rough glance, it seemed to be at least millions of rupees.

The boss sighed in his heart. The loot from this night was equivalent to the Black Lion Gang's earnings from more than ten years of hard work.

"Chief." Rohan finally saw Yadav's reinforcements arrive.

"Is there anyone inside?" Yadav asked.

"Yes, Chief, the Black Lion Gang leader is here too. We just heard the sound of a cutting machine. They probably want to pry open the safe," said Rohan.

When he saw Hiren, the minister's secretary, standing next to Yadav, he didn't think much about it.

Apparently, the minister was worried and sent his trusted aides to keep an eye on things.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Rush in and arrest them. Don't let any of them go," Yadav ordered. "Mr. Goleta, please wait outside with me for a while."

Goleta had no objection; Yadav said it was for his safety.

Rohan and Bharat rushed to the front. Although they were facing a group of gang members, they were not afraid because they had so many police officers on their side.

Of course, the most important thing was that they knew the Black Lion Gang did not have guns or other firearms.

The Black Lion Gang was not very powerful, so they lacked firearms. In fact, most gangs in Dharavi did not have gun battles. When they fought, they still used knives, iron rods, and other cold weapons.

So the danger level was relatively low; otherwise, Rohan would not have rushed forward like this.

"Police! All of you, get down!" The few thugs guarding the door were knocked over by Rohan and his men in an instant.

Rohan and Bharat rushed in first and shouted loudly.

The people inside obviously didn't expect the police to come, and as soon as they came to their senses, they prepared to fight back.

But as more police officers rushed in and several gang members were kicked to the ground, the others squatted down and dared not resist.

The Black Lion Gang leader was trembling all over. He roared and rushed forward. He was unwilling to accept this. Millions of rupees of wealth were gone now that the police had arrived.

With one kick from Rohan, the Black Lion Gang leader was sent flying several meters away, hitting the wall hard. The shack shook as if it were about to collapse.

Rohan was stunned for a moment; he found that his strength seemed to have increased a lot.

This was not only greater than the original Rohan but also compared with his previous life.

Although he had been a businessman in his previous life, he lived abroad, especially in unsafe places, so Rohan had practiced martial arts.

In India, people were allowed to own guns, but they needed to obtain a gun license.

Rohan didn't have one—he was a foreigner—but he had some friends and business partners in India.

In theory, obtaining a gun license required various strict procedures and reviews.

But this was only in theory. In India, there were no real rules. As long as you spent some money and made the right arrangements, it was very easy to get a gun license.

Rohan's friends had money and could afford this, so they all had gun licenses and guns. When Rohan was with them, he also practiced shooting privately.

Since guns were banned in his home country, Rohan could only practice abroad. He had mastered his shooting skills. He wouldn't dare call himself a sharpshooter, but he was certainly a skilled marksman.

Rohan's fighting skills were also good. In his previous life, he had no problem dealing with two or three people, so he was very clear about strength.

The force of his kick just now would have been difficult to achieve even in his previous life.

After the Black Lion Gang leader was kicked away by Rohan, police officers immediately stepped forward and subdued him.

Rohan walked over to the safe and couldn't help but marvel at the scattered bundles of cash and gold.

Although he already knew the value of the wealth in the safe, he was still a little shocked when he saw it in person.

If this had been a decade ago, five million rupees might not have been considered a lot, and in US dollars, it would have been about $100,000. But now, in 2008, it was definitely a huge sum of money in India.

"Huh?" Rohan suddenly found a notebook next to the safe. It looked very exquisite and did not seem like something belonging to the Black Lion Gang. It must have been inside the safe.

Rohan picked it up and flipped through it for a few seconds, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

He was shocked because the news reports at that time didn't mention such a deadly thing.