The man burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! You're hilarious, brother. If you die, won't your stuff be mine anyway? Why would I spare you?"
Clayton didn't argue. He stayed silent, his face calm—but in his eyes, a flicker of defiance remained.
The man was taken aback by Clayton's composure. Who would've thought this seemingly young kid would be so resilient? If they weren't careful, they might end up dead instead.
Unconsciously, he started seeing Clayton as a potential genius. There was something exhilarating about playing with someone that capable.
"How about this? I let you live... but on one condition," he offered.
"What condition?" Clayton asked flatly.
His calm response made the man wary. Where was this kid getting his confidence? Was he bluffing... or did he have something hidden?
The man studied him carefully but found no hints. Clayton even appeared to be injured—his arm hung limp at his side, and he held it protectively.
