A ship had always been moored on the river outside Wolf Fang Base. It was the very ship Chu Han had ridden when he first arrived in Anluo during the early days of the Apocalypse Era. For a considerable time, Wang Shixiong and the others had guarded and steered it, traveling up and down the river to record changes in the waterway or occasionally ferrying between the two banks.
Chu Han had never mentioned that ship during any formal meeting. This was the first time—and after more than a year, it had finally found a use!
The meeting room fell silent. Everyone stared at one another, utterly unable to understand what Chu Han meant by this sudden remark.
"You mean we should use the ship to transport the supplies from the warehouse?" He Feng, whose thinking was closest to Chu Han's, was the first to react.
Everyone else quickly caught on, then erupted into excited chatter.
"So that's it! The people at the Strategic Department won't be able to find them at all!"
"Hahaha! We'll leave just a little in the warehouse, so they won't be able to take everything. I'd love to see the look on their faces when they realize they've been screwed!"
"As expected of the boss! I'd been wondering why that ship had been drifting around on the river all this time, needing repairs, maintenance, and fuel every so often. I thought it was completely useless, but now I see that the boss had planned ahead from the start!"
"But where are we secretly transporting the supplies to? That ship can't carry all the military supplies, can it?"
Everyone turned to Chu Han again, their eyes full of questions.
Chu Han leaned back against his chair. His posture was far from elegant, but he radiated dominance