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."

we done yet? Talking about who smells more like gunpowder on such a fine

"Around this time, he'd usually be having his meal. Let's go, I've prepared all of his

with Sophie. "Forget about these

cast a fleeting glance

felt different. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed

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

those words, Harold turned

we still will. It's just

asked, "What about the

guests aren't fit to

the rooftop of an unfinished building, they set up a simple round table. The table was laden with grilled skewers, beer, chicken burgers, and

stunned by

his youth, when the old man was making his mark, he

remember the old