The game 'He' plays

He has money, because He owns many resorts, hotels, lodges, supermarkets and so on. He has minnions and goondas (his own gangmen). His minnions find a shady spot somewhere in the light green canopy of the village roads. They know how to make a low grade methanol (toxic, fatally poisinous) + ethanol (major component of alcohol) mix with locally available items. They are ready with their stuff in a week and it is in barrels. His minnions sell 'the stuff' to local 'Toddy' (liquor) shops. The sellers don't care if methanol concentration in any barrel is particularly high, they just want to get the money from Him.
The poor labourers who work on fields and buildings come in the night with their days pay to enjoy a few hours. They trot to the toddy shop like pigeons to there nest. Most of them married. If they are lucky they'll drink all they can afford and then start screaming abusive words at every one they see and cry out their miseries and daily hardships and frustrations. They reach home and lie down with no money in their hands. Their sons and daughters (mostly lesser than 14 years) would have managed to scrounge out some money during the day by doing odd jobs ranging from working in fireworks factories to room-boys in five star hotels. Their wives would have managed to get something by selling (at a higher price) whatever they can buy at a low cost like safety pins, ear buds etc. The Indian institution of marriage demands that the husband and wife should not separate whatever happens after their marriage and a lawful divorce would be unaffordable for those poor living in slums. If dowry (an Indian social evil which entitles the groom some money before the marriage, to be given by the bride's family) given to the husband is not felt as enough by the husband then he will beat his wife black and blue (ask any Indian who reads newspapers). The number of wives suiciding due to harrasment by the husbands is unimaginable.
If they are unlucky they'll get a methanol concentrated drink and will die within a few hours. Such deaths happen ocassionally and if the police manages to find anything they'll catch His minnions and not Him. In case a minnion reveals anything about Him or about all the sexual plesures available in His resorts, lodges or hotels then the police immediately contacts Him and He gives a nice fat prize to the officer who gives Him the priceless information.His goondas see to it that the great courageous minnion and his family don't see the next sunrise. The police officer will have to answer for the death of a criminal in custody but then that new car in front of the officers house is worth answering for.
He is safe always. He is protected from one and all. The long arm of law can't reach Him. A fair police officer never lives long enough to extend the arm of law upto Him.
He can even have his minnions posted as ministers and politicians. He is the Indian Don. Only God can judge Him. If God exists and that God is not Him.......