Those people were subdued by my words. After a few minutes, the white-haired man opened his eyes. His face flushed red. His men then put him in the car. They also pushed me into that car. I was feeling bad and tried to get out of the car, but there was no way out. The gang didn't go to the hospital either but to a nearby clinic. After doing a checkup, the white-haired man expressed his deep gratitude to me.
“The doctor just told me that if you hadn't given me CPR in time, I would have lost my life. How much money do you want? I can give it to you.”
I looked at them like they weren't to be messed with. I also didn't dare ask for money.
He could see that I was hesitant and asked me, “What do you do here? Do you have a job?”
I just answered that I was a tattoo artist. He then asked me to design a drawing for him.
Before parting, he said to me, “Little girl, I owe you a life. If I have the chance to see you again, I will absolutely pay you back. In the future, all the people under my hand will have your pattern tattooed on them. When you see this pattern, you'll know it's me.”
I didn't think too much at that time. I just thought that this person had brain problems. Then I hurriedly drew a picture and left.
When I thought of this, some hope sprang up in my heart. That white-haired man had so many people under his hand, so maybe he was also a small leader here.
So I hurriedly shouted, “Wait a minute! I know your leader! He has a full head of white hair, but his appearance is young!”
My words managed to make the gang stop in their tracks. One of the men frowned and muttered, “White hair and young? It sounds a bit like Uncle Graziano, right?”
My survival instinct made me forget to think. I hurriedly nodded my head and loudly agreed, “Yes, that’s true. It's Uncle Graziano! You guys can call and ask him. Three years ago, at the city park in Lithuania, did he suddenly faint and then was saved by a passerby? I was that passerby. He said at the time that he owed me his life. So ask him if you guys don't believe me!”
Perhaps it was because my expression was too serious or perhaps it was because Uncle Graziano was quite prestigious in the organization, the men around me didn't come any closer to me. They then looked at each other.