"I don't know about that slow breathing technique, guys…" Noah said with a hint of cautiousness and he tapped the shoulder of Harold, who turned around to look at him, raising his eyebrows with a confused expression on his face. "I think we might have company…" Noah pointed to a spot in the neighborhood a few meters away from them as soon as he finished speaking, and Harold and Gerald turned to look at the direction that he was pointing at.
Far away, a small group of people were running in their direction while yelling out incoherent words, and everyone's eyes widened with shock and surprise for a split second before Gerald whispered softly, "Run."
Whoosh!
The whole group leapt up from their resting position and ran like crazy.
"They're running away! Quick! Get them!" The group of people who were dashing in their direction yelled out loudly before they increased their speed in an attempt to capture the intruders who had invaded their neighborhood.
