Erik and the others ran through the city's busy streets, trying to blend in with the crowd. The fear and apprehension were palpable in the air as they tried to keep a low profile, hoping not to draw attention to themselves.
They were all injured and scared, and the threat of the Mambas lingered in their minds.
Erik, who was leading the group, glanced over his shoulder to check that they were still being followed. They managed to get the hell out of the thugs' sight, but it was too soon to breathe sighs of relief.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but the system immediately calmed him down. "Keep moving," he muttered, urging them forward. "We can't stay here."
The group weaved through the crowd, trying to stay together as they made their way through the city's streets. They kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact to prevent anyone who might recognize them from doing so.