Chapter 32
A/N: Timer doesn't even work on webnovel
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"Of course I'm sure. That guy is a beast when it comes to inventions," Leon said confidently, lounging on the sofa in the wooden villa.
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "You know the fighter jet you're talking about has vertical lift tech, an optical engine, radar shielding, and space penetration capabilities, right? Even the United States can't develop something like that."
"It does sound like an impressive fighter, but can a mutant really invent something like that?" Pietro added skeptically.
Sergei, wearing a blue sweater and carrying a glass of water, sauntered over with a smirk. "Oh? Pietro, are you doubting Boss Leon?" His tone was teasing, but Pietro's stomach dropped as he glanced at Leon, who was now giving him a half-smile, the kind that said, Are you questioning me?
Quickly backtracking, Pietro stammered, "No way! I would never doubt Boss Leon. I was just asking! Don't try to stir things up between us."
He pointed accusingly at Sergei and the other guys snickering on the sofa, clearly annoyed.
"Brother Pietro seems like such a suck-up," Alina remarked casually, hugging the little sable as she sat watching TV with her sisters. Her words hit Pietro like an arrow straight to the heart.