Feng Wu sighed. She knew what had happened.
The blueprints of the fighter jet that she had left for Master Wang had been stolen.
Feng Wu looked at Master Wang, who was both angry and flustered. Pointing at the blueprints in Jun Linyuan's hand, he said to Feng Wu, "It must be those. It must be!"
Feng Wu asked, "Are you sure?"
Master Wang: "The inscriptions and formations in your blueprints are extremely profound. It's not something that others can copy just because they want to. Previously, I tried to copy them, but I couldn't. My hand couldn't keep up with my brain, so I don't believe Duanmu can do it either."
Feng Wu nodded and walked up to the stage.
Master Duanmu frowned when he saw this.
He had indeed asked someone to steal these drawings from Master Wang. He really didn't expect his junior brother to actually have such astonishing talent and research fighter jets to such an extent in such a short period of time.
