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."

yet? Talking about who smells more like gunpowder on such a fine day, I'm

corrected, glancing at her watch. "Around this time, he'd usually be having his meal. Let's go,

linked arms with Sophie. "Forget about

a fleeting glance

couldn't shake the feeling that

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joining," Harold said. "I have things to attend to. I'll head home and

those words, Harold turned and left

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

about the other

other guests aren't fit to dine

hour later, on the rooftop of an unfinished building, they set up a simple round table. The table was laden with grilled

stunned by the

mark, he loved these junk foods. But for his health, I had

old man once