"Warden Hannyabal, right? I've already selected the people I want. Sorry to trouble you." Carlos handed the files in his hands—the records of all the criminals in Infinite Hell—to Hannyabal beside him with a smile.
"Warden Hannyabal? Without the 'Deputy'?"
That delighted Hannyabal. What he hated most, and his greatest dream in life, was to get rid of that "Deputy." He had not gotten rid of it today, but hearing it omitted still felt wonderful and put him in a fine mood!
"Mr. Carlos, you're too polite. Don't worry, there definitely won't be a problem." Beaming and practically floating, Hannyabal took the files without even looking at those Carlos had selected. Everyone listed was part of this transaction anyway, so it did not matter who they were.
Carlos nodded with a smile and said nothing more.
A few minutes later, the group arrived at the entrance to Infinite Hell. They did not enter immediately, instead waiting in the stone chamber outside.
Only then did Hannyabal open the files to check Carlos's selections. He dispatched twelve seasoned old guards, carrying various tools, into the depths of Infinite Hell, dark as an abyss.
Half an hour later, the criminals—having been injected with a special poison with no antidote, as well as massive doses of highly concentrated sedatives—were dragged out in black burlap sacks. There were five sacks in total, but two guards were missing.
"Hm? What happened?" Hannyabal's face darkened when he saw that two men were gone.
The guards exchanged glances, unsure what to say. Infinite Hell was vast, with numerous cells. They had split up to visit different cells, so they knew nothing about the other groups' situations.
Carlos's eyes turned entirely white as he used the Byakugan's penetrating vision to see through the sacks. He found that all five