Considering the fat man's abilities, the final plan was instead to make Harry's destination the final rendezvous point.
In other words, the fat man would skip the transfer stage.
Mu Fan had a feeling that certain forces might be watching the movements of his companions. What had happened to the fat man now... had truly confirmed it.
But who exactly had sent those people remained uncertain.
The military, the government, powerful families, and even certain underground factions with whom they had old grudges were all possible suspects.
Both Harry and Yin Shuai could have been targeted by the other side. Back then, their swearing assurances had provided more than a few laughs, but they had also filled Mu Fan with gratitude.
This was his personal matter. The fewer people involved, the better.
Besides, when it came to matters like auctions, White Hair and the fat man had far more experience than he did.
White Hair had even regretfully mentioned that mysterious fellow Gu Yunyou. But that super-rich second-generation heir was always elusive, and he apparently had not truly integrated into their little group yet.
Battle Armor Dragon Rider—a term that had once seemed so distant—had appeared before him so naturally. It seemed to be connected to some secret of Instructor Mo Handa.
Mu Fan found himself vaguely missing those days when the instructor had repeatedly trained by killing him in the PO Battle Network.
There were slightly more people in first-class VIP cabin than in first class, but the passengers were of fairly high caliber, and there was none of the excessive noise one might expect.
These people of the interstellar era, all striving for wealth and prestige, were keeping their heads down and focusing on their work.
Mu Fan lightly stretched his body. His strength and experience meant that,