He was that white-haired middle-aged man's personal bodyguard at that time. Now, I was even more certain that the man I saved was here. So with the last of my strength, I fought to break free from the confinement of the two people beside me. I dragged my almost crippled legs. I ran to the bearded man and fell to my knees with a thud. Without thinking twice, I hugged the bearded man's thigh. I only looked up at him. The taste of blood in my throat kept surging upwards. But I could only pop out a few words.
“Three years ago in Lithuania, I saved people. I drew a tattoo for Uncle Graziano.”
The bearded man frowned, seemingly thinking about the content of my words. Then, he suddenly smiled. Seeing him smile, my taut heart had a moment of relaxation. ‘Did he recognize me?’ I asked in my heart. But the next moment he kicked me away.
The bearded man roared in dissatisfaction, “Where did this wild dog come from? The blood is all over me. It's in vain that I only changed my clothes today. You two losers! You can't even take care of a woman. What's the use of keeping you!”