Kingo Fights Two Alone

After scaring off the middle-aged driver, Sersi and Sprite leisurely opened the car doors and got out. Although they did not know where they were, they did not pay much attention to it. No matter what, this was Mumbai. Even if this was not Bollywood, it would not take them long to get there. Their reasoning was not exactly wrong. They had simply overlooked one very important thing: they had underestimated the audacity of India's lower-class men.