Meanwhile, on the first floor above ground.
Holding the list in his hand, Hannyabal scanned it a few times, then frowned.
"Galdino, Baroque Works, Mr. 3, held on Level Two, Beast Hell."
"Bon Clay, Baroque Works, Mr. 2, held on Level Three, Starvation Hell."
"Daz Bones, Baroque Works, Mr. 1, held on Level Four, Blazing Hell."
"..."
After confirming the information on the people listed, Hannyabal fell silent.
Admiral River said they were all held on the first level. So much for that!
"I knew it! How could he possibly give me such an easy task?"
"Besides, aren't all these people Crocodile's subordinates?"
Hannyabal sank into thought. A moment later, his eyes lit up as he figured it out.
"Admiral River has already won over all of Crocodile's people!"
"That's amazing!"
Then he sank into deep thought again, hesitating over whether to release them all.
After all, it was extremely risky. If anything went wrong, he could end up in trouble himself.
"To hell with it! I'll do it!"
"I can never repay the Admiral's kindness. At worst, I'll defect from the Navy just like him. I'll still be Admiral River's finest subordinate!"
A moment later, Hannyabal clapped his hands and made his decision.
"Wait, why did I say Admiral River would defect from the Navy?"
"Would he defect?"
"He would, right? He definitely would!"
After muttering to himself, Hannyabal couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
All he knew was that Admiral River had looked after him well over the past twenty years, and the two had forged a deep friendship.
How could staying in this sunless Impel Down compare to the comfort of going out into the world with the Admiral?
"Come to think of it, the outside world must be a much better