"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."

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