Once this matter is over, Jerry will officially be part of the organization.
In the future, just by collecting safety gold for the big bosses, the perks would be enough for him to indulge in the tavern all night long, living in utter comfort.
Thinking of this bright future, Jerry couldn't help but grin, even the dull pain in his nose from the rainy weather seemed to ease a bit.
The mud-stained, ill-fitting leather boots suddenly came to a halt.
"Blood-nosed Rat" Jerry stood in front of his shack, his body suddenly frozen.
His nostrils flared slightly, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.
Though very faint due to the dilution by the rain, he still smelled a metallic, rusty scent of blood.
Having grown up in the chaotic alleys, Jerry was particularly sensitive to this smell.
An alarm in his mind rang loud and clear.
His brain rapidly analyzed the situation, yet his facial expression returned to normal within a few breaths, pretending as if nothing had happened.
