CHAPTER 67 WRETCHED CONNOR.

"What kind of price?" Michael asked, his brow furrowing as he watched Niyazi closely. "Information is a valuable commodity," Niyazi replied, his voice cold and calculating. "And it's not something that comes for free, especially in this line of work." Michael's mind raced as he considered his options. He knew that time was of the essence, but he also knew that Niyazi held all the cards. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Without breaking his gaze with Niyazi, Michael turned to Asad, his voice barely above a whisper. "Asad, I need you to settle him with some money. Whatever it takes, we need this information." Asad nodded, his hand instinctively reaching into his pocket as he produced a thick envelope filled with cash. He handed it to Niyazi, who accepted it with a slight nod of his head. "Now," Niyazi said, his eyes glittering with something between greed and amusement. "Let's talk about this man who was arrested..." "The man you're referring to is an Americ