"Are you planning to stay for good this time?"

"Yeah," Harold's voice was low, "Not leaving... not for a while."

At that moment, Colby approached Harold, and Harold felt an almost suffocating pressure emanating from him.

"You carry the scent of gunpowder," Colby remarked.

The atmosphere around them grew tense.

Harold simply looked at Colby with a calm demeanor.

Jenna chimed in, "Being a soldier for the Costello family, it'd be odd if you didn't have a bit of gunpowder on you, wouldn't it?"

Adler leaned in closer, sniffing the air, "I don't smell any gunpowder. Colby, you sure you're not a bloodhound?"

Harold casually lifted his jacket, revealing a black handgun tucked at his waist. "You're not wrong, it's there. But... it's pretty normal. From what I see, Colby, you're carrying a much stronger scent of gunpowder than I am." "Of course, Colby's scent of gunpowder is heavier than yours."

Talking about who smells more like gunpowder on such

watch. "Around this time,

"Forget about

cast a fleeting

felt different. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed about Harold. Colby, too, wouldn't target someone

QUMS

have things to attend to. I'll head home and wait

Harold turned and left

we still will. It's

asked, "What about the other

"The other guests aren't fit to dine with

table. The table was laden with grilled skewers, beer,

stunned by the

explained, "Back in his youth, when the old man was making his mark, he loved these junk foods. But

old man

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