Totally in line with gangster movies from Hong Kong and Hollywood; thankfully, it's more Michael Mann than Tarantino, and Varma knows the genre's history well enough that he can drop in an updated version of a 1932 dumping-the-bodies gang-war montage without blinking an eye.
Conceptually smart --- is it only Asian films that are able to draw parallels between gang activity and neoliberal globalizing economics? That was visible in the background of this from the pre-credits scenes onward -- and stylistically very confident; even the sound design contributes to the montage.
Final reel, when the ironies have piled up to fullest, crushing weight, holds a beautifully-calibrated tonal shift toward darkness and stasis. Everything falls apart, and all activity ends up... where?