Chapter 1557: The Price Is My Life

The prisoner was an old man, frail and emaciated, his skin barely clinging to his bones. Toothless, hairless, and with breaths so shallow they were almost imperceptible, he looked like someone standing at the brink of death. That was Michael's first impression. Furrowing his brow, Michael stepped closer to observe the old man more carefully. "Hmm?" Sensing Michael's presence, the old man weakly raised his head, struggling to open his clouded eyes. "A new face... Did they send you to bring me...