The man closest to me slammed his fist into my stomach. The sharp pain spread throughout my body like an electric shock. Then I was instantly voiceless.
“You bitch! You look down on people like me, right? Do you think we are short of money? Are you sure?”
Seeing that I didn't say anything, he held my head again. At this time, he slammed my jaw with his knee. With a thud, I only felt dizzy and the world in front of me was a little blurry.
I lowered my head again. A stream of blood gushed out down my nose and mouth. It was dripping to the ground. On the other hand, Eugene looked at me being beaten like this. His heart couldn't bear it.
“Mr. Thaddeus, for the sake of her taking two million dollars over, why don't you spare her?”
Thaddeus glanced at him. “Is there a place for you to talk here, Eugene? Come one, get him next door now.”
Eugene instantly widened his eyes and jumped anxiously. “Mr. Thaddeus, didn't you say that when this person arrives and brings this money, you will let me go? Now what does this mean?”
Thaddeus looked at Eugene as if he was a fool. “Who said I would let you go? No one who comes to this place can get away, Eugene.”
Eugene was pushed out with his mouth covered. In a few minutes, he left me and a large group of fierce men in the room. My heart sank to the bottom. I just felt I was ready to die for sure. But when I looked up, I suddenly realized that everyone present had an obvious tattoo on the back of their necks. The pattern of that tattoo was made by my hand. I was a tattoo artist. It made me tattoo countless patterns over the years. But the flying dragon peacock figure on the back of the neck of this group of people impressed me deeply.
Three years ago, I was travelling in Lithuania. While travelling at the scenic spot, I suddenly saw a middle-aged man with a head full of white hair faint on the ground. There were a lot of people around, but no one dared to approach to save him. Because I had learned first aid in college and had a first aid certificate, I rushed forward without hesitation and gave him CPR. At that time, not long after I gave him CPR, there was a gang of big men surrounding me.
I was eager to save someone at that time and then I shouted, “Do not come over! The closer the people gathered the more he did not live! Please give me space.”
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?”
