"He might have..." Noah thought as he rolled down the windows.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Adam. How are you doing?"
Adam looked up, his gaze hardening momentarily until he recognized Noah. The guards stationed nearby reacted instantly, positioning themselves protectively and raising their weapons with trained precision.
Adam's father, though visibly weakened, lifted his head, his eyes sharp as they sized up Noah, his own military instincts likely kicking in.
Noah held his hands up in mock surrender, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. "Whoa, easy there! I'm not here to cause any trouble," he said, keeping his voice calm and relaxed.
Adam, realizing who it was, quickly gestured for the guards to stand down.
"Lower your weapons. This is Noah," he said, waving the guards away with a hint of exasperation.
Watching as they complied, he muttered, "Can't take a step without you guys making a fuss."
