CP9's Commander

The next day, Moyun got up early. He had just reached the dock when he saw a man standing outside the ship.

"Mr. Iceburg, why did you come so early?"

Moyun rubbed his eyes, still not fully awake.

Iceburg glanced up at Moyun before walking onto their ship.

"I've thought over what you told me yesterday. However, do you have any Waver models I could take a look at? I'll have to experience one for myself."

"No problem. As it happens, a batch will be delivered today."

Moyun nodded, pleasantly surprised. He had thought Iceburg would need another two or three days to think it over, but he hadn't expected him to come first thing in the morning and give him such a pleasant surprise.

"Good. If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

"I'll take you back."

Iceburg had just started to refuse when Moyun had already taken him back to his room.

"Heh heh, how was that? Wasn't it fast?"

"Uh, I was actually planning to go to the dockyard."

Hearing that, Moyun awkwardly scratched his head. Well, his good intentions had backfired.

Still, it was no big deal. They could just leave from here.

"By the way, do you still have the blueprints for Pluton?"

"What are you planning to do?"

Iceburg asked casually. After all, if Moyun really wanted to seize them, Iceburg wouldn't be able to stop him.

Besides, the blueprints had long since ceased to be in his possession.

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything by it. I was just asking. I don't think Lucci and the others will give up so easily. They hid for so long over those blueprints, only to fail in the end."

"They're no longer with me."

Iceburg said it indifferently. No matter how hard those Marines tried, there was