Grant looked up at his old friend.
"Poison Stinger, the famous bounty hunter, it seems you're not as 'just' as you claim to be."
Meryl deliberately stuck out half of her tongue.
"Are you still a kid?" Grant touched his forehead and spoke, "Times have changed, and I am not a naive boy anymore."
Grant stared at Meryl and said:
"You can no longer bluff your way through."
Meryl fluttered her innocent big eyes:
"You know, in this business, you can't always be soft-hearted, and those rumors about me are exaggerated. They are just jealous of my abilities and try to tarnish my character."
Grant responded seriously:
"If you keep acting this way, don't expect my help."
Meryl coughed to clear her throat, reverting from her innocent expression:
"However, I didn't expect that after your retirement, you still keep those information channels."
Grant said:
"I'm just retired, not planning to head to the grave."
Meryl said:
