Paul added, "I'm really just joking. No offense, Mr. Zeller."

Even Steve frowned. What kind of ridiculous joke was this? Getting 15 fighter jets to fly over in half an hour? How many people in the entire country could pull that off?

This went way beyond what connections or relationships could accomplish.

Of course, Paul knew this, too. He said it on purpose to end the matter once and for all, shutting down any further discussion with Felix.

"I could do it, but fighter jets aren't for shows or settling bets. They only deploy for emergency missions. Do you understand what I mean?" Felix retorted.

If this involved national security, Felix would not hesitate to make the call. But this was just Luna's personal matter, and he hadn't lost his sense of perspective on what warranted such action.

"You're right, Mr. Zeller. I was really just kidding."

Despite the smile on Paul's face, he was inwardly looking down on Felix. How shameless this young man was—unable to deliver yet still