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.