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.”