"Ah? Are you serious? Didn't you see how I beat them up?"
Zhang Chi's first response was naturally to refuse.
It wasn't an outright refusal; he simply made it clear that he had his own difficulties.
Between the lines, his message was simple—there needed to be more money!
You have to lay out the benefits first and let me consider whether to take action or not.
If the benefits are right, naturally I'll go for it.
It's just a malevolent clone; if I could kill it once, why couldn't I kill it a second time?
What Zhang Chi feared was getting taken advantage of, so before he lifted a finger, he wanted to agree on the price.
The woman in the dream, of course, knew what he was thinking. She gave a shy smile and said, "What benefit do you want? I can give you anything."
Her words were laden with implications, but Zhang Chi was not the kind of man to lose his wits over a pretty face.
"Sure I can have anything? How about becoming an immortal directly, would that work?"