"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."

who smells more like gunpowder on such

it's the old man who's starving," Jenna corrected, glancing at her watch. "Around this time, he'd usually be having his meal. Let's

"Forget about these stinky men,

a fleeting

couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed about Harold. Colby, too, wouldn't

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

words, Harold turned

going, we still will. It's just us for dinner

"What about the other

aren't fit to dine

The

stunned by the

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

old man

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