“It makes me angry when I talk about this. This woman is crazy. She had to say she was Uncle Graziano's saviour. She also keeps talking about tattoos, as if she was sick in the head.”
“That is to say, she insists that she met Uncle Graziano and Mr. Ferdinand on the road. She rushed over without caring about her life. But it's true, there were so many people in the square at that time, why did she jump on Mr. Ferdinand alone? Did she really know Uncle Graziano?”
Hearing these words in my half-consciousness, my heart once again sparked a hope for survival. I really struggled to open my eyes. A few seconds later I raised my head.
“The tattoos on your bodies, I drew them. Uncle Graziano said that the peacock is your totem. The dragon represents that he belongs to the dragon,” I said in a hoarse voice.
The more I said, the expression of a few bodyguards in front of me was more and more gloomy. A few of them came together in a group and muttered in a low voice, “What she says is right. Could it be that Uncle Graziano really knows her?”
“It's hard to believe, guys.”
“But just now Mr. Ferdinand kicked her away. If it's really like what she said, Mr Ferdinand must know her!”