"Let's go, Moli, we should hurry home," Donna said with a nervous tone, worried about her daughter.
Not only did they notice something was off, but others also saw the red mist. It wasn't long before the busy streets became eerily quiet.
The two hurried toward their home with urgency.
"Phew!" A gust of wind passed by, causing Moli to look up instinctively. "Donna, look! There's someone flying up there! He's wearing a police uniform!"
"Don't look up, in case it upsets them and causes trouble!" Donna, increasingly anxious, started to jog.
Luckily, their home wasn't too far from the factory. After jogging for about fifteen minutes, they finally returned to their familiar street.
Arriving in the familiar environment, their uneasy hearts settled down. Sweaty and leaning against the wall, Moli, her face bright red and panting, said, "I can't go on, I'm too tired. I definitely need to save up for a bike next time."
