"Are you going to stay in Seamar City?" Erica asked.


    Jordan hummed, "For now, I''m not leaving."


    Marion walked up, and Jordan felt an invisible pressure.


    Marion spoke. "You smell like gunpowder."


    The atmosphere around them shifted with his words, but Jordan remainedposed.


    Erica chimed in, "Isn''t that normal since he''s in the army?"


    Randy leaned in and sniffed. "I don''t smell anything."


    Jordan casually lifted his coat, revealing a gun at his waist. "He''s not wrong, but it''s normal, isn''t it? I think he has got more gunpowder on him than I do."


    "That''s true." Randy nodded. "Alright, stopparing. I''m starving."


    "Caleb is starving." Erica looked at her watch and added, "At this time, he should already be eating. Let''s go. I''ve got all his favorite foods ready."


    She looped her arm through Debra''s and said, "Forget about these people. Let''s go."


    Debra nced at Jordan, sensing that something about him had changed. And Marion wouldn''t target someone without reason.


    "I''ve got things to do," Jordan declined. "I''ll head home and wait for you."


    With that, Jordan turned and left the hall.


    Randy waved dismissively. "It''s fine. Anyway, it''s gonna be just us tonight."


    Debra asked, "What about the other guests?"


    Randy grinned, "They''re not worthy to eat with us."


    An hourter, they arrived on the rooftop of a half-finished building.


    Debra looked at the skewers, beer, fried chicken, hamburgers, and pizza on a simple table.


    She was stunned, and Erica exined, "When Caleb was younger, he built up his empire Back then he loved eating this junk food, but for his health, I made him quit."


    "I remember Caleb once said that when he first tried a hamburger, he found it so novel," Randy chimed in "Later, he loved fried chicken and hamburgers. He and his old friends would oftene up here to the rooftop, eating skewers and drinking beer. Every year, they''d have reunion dinners. Though it wasn''t as borate as now, back in those days, anyone with decent conditions ate pizza."


    He set the table, making sure to leave a spot for Caleb. "Caleb didn''t indulge himself much in recent years. Today, let''s send him off properly."


    Debra and Marion sat opposite them. Looking at the crates of whisky and beer on


    the ground, Debra felt a lump in her throat.


    "We agreed," Erica said, "Today is all about sending Caleb off. No one is allowed


    to cry."