Willpower Shattered

"The gun has no bullets." Miming pointed a finger at Iceburg's head and said coldly, "If you had pulled the trigger, you'd be dead by now."

Iceburg was only a shipwright, not someone skilled in combat. If he had truly resolved to kill Robin, Miming would have blown his head apart with a Finger Pistol.

Nico Robin covered her mouth. She finally understood why Miming had said she needed to speak face-to-face with Master Tom. Even without having met her, he still feared her for possessing the same important knowledge.

Kuina could hardly believe what she was seeing. Covering her mouth, she was so upset she nearly cried. She had helped him so much, yet he wanted to kill Robin? Over such an unfounded reason?

"Hand over the Pluton Blueprints on you." Miming's eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything. "You wouldn't have come to beg me without bringing the blueprints."

Iceburg trembled, his will already shattered. What kind of terrifying person was this? Nothing could be hidden from him. If he wanted to save Teacher Tom, he could only hand over the blueprints!

A thick stack of blueprints was pulled from Iceburg's inner coat pocket. As he handed it over, his hand visibly twitched.

Cairns respectfully presented the blueprints to Miming.

As Miming flipped through them, he frowned. "Oh, turbine engines, radiation warheads... So it's just this sort of crap."

"I don't dare ask for your forgiveness." Iceburg cast Kuina a guilty glance, gritted his teeth, and slammed his head heavily against the floor. "I've handed over the blueprints. Please save Teacher Tom. As for me, you can deal with me however you wish."

"Hmph. At least you didn't go through with it." Miming asked sharply, "But when you handed over the blueprints, your hand shook. What did that