Chapter 498: Judge of the Black Prison_2

"A trade?"

O'Reilly measured the man before her with a glance, somewhat surprised by his decisiveness, "Let's hear it."

The middle-aged man simply crossed his legs and sat down on the ground, speaking softly with a calm tone:

"I want to trade information about Black Prison for my life."

O'Reilly, upon hearing such a straightforward answer, showed a slight look of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and his meticulously groomed beard twitched:

"I used all means to climb to my current position, to achieve my current level of cultivation. The chance of death under the pursuit of the Prime Minister's Mansion will be great, but if I refuse you here..."

O'Reilly chuckled, her speech frivolous as she interrupted the middle-aged man:

"So, you betray your lord so easily just for your own life?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, stating calmly: