Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"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 a fine

man who's starving," Jenna corrected, glancing at her watch. "Around this time, he'd usually be having

linked arms with Sophie. "Forget

a fleeting

shake the feeling that something had changed about Harold. Colby, too,

QUMS

to attend

turned and left the

he's not going, we still will. It's just us for dinner

about

replied, "The other guests aren't

simple round table. The table was laden with grilled skewers, beer, chicken burgers, and finally, a

stunned by the

when the old man was making his mark, he loved these junk foods. But for his health,

remember the old man