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"You're a nobody," Guddu said, tossing the Glock back to Viju. "That's your superpower. You drive an auto. You hear everything. The chai wallahs, the paan sellers, the prostitutes, the cops. You are the ear of the gutter."

One humid August night, a passenger left behind a jute bag in the back seat. Viju unzipped it, expecting rotten vegetables. Instead, he found a Glock 17, a satellite phone, and a folded paper with a single line: "Tripathi godown. Midnight. The real heir returns." mirzapur

Lala folded within forty-eight hours. He handed over his network of debt-slaves, and in return, Guddu let his son live. But the other four were not so easily bought. "You're a nobody," Guddu said, tossing the Glock