Getting hold of three prison guard uniforms had already been the limit. Trying the same trick again would be taking the guards for fools.
The Collector, dressed in a prison guard uniform, walked out of the cell, followed by the Fanatic and the Murderer. The two men escorted Lu Bai between them, and after they came out, they even locked the cell door behind them.
The group walked down the corridor. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. At most, someone might think Lu Bai had gotten into trouble again and was being taken away for some special treatment.
The Collector led the way and turned into the neighboring cell.
The prison guard inside noticed the people outside, especially the prisoner being escorted among them, and had no idea what was going on.
The guard stared at them, dumbfounded, and instinctively asked, "Huh? You..."
But before he could finish speaking, the four Deathmatchers who had entered the cell sprang into action.
The Collector knocked the guard unconscious with a drill, while Lu Bai and the other two each did their part, swiftly taking care of the prisoners inside.
To save time, Lu Bai didn't even change clothes. He simply pulled the prison guard uniform over his own, and the whole thing took mere seconds.
The Fanatic didn't rush to leave the cell. He lowered his voice and said, "I just checked. The exit is on the right, but unless something unexpected happens, there'll definitely be guards stationed there."
"As I said, whether there are guards or not, we should assume the worst."
As he spoke, the Collector took his service pistol out of its holster, flicked off the safety, and chambered a round.
Once he was ready, he continued, "We'll get as close as we can, but be prepared to force