Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2699 A Business Deal

After the battle in the suburban area, the happiest person in Hulwin was undoubtedly Evander. Ever since the crown prince's men had requisitioned a substantial supply of weaponry from their armory, he had harbored a grudge. But now, he was finally seeing a return on his investment.

He watched with excitement as batches of firearms, enough to equip hundreds of people, were delivered to the warehouse.

However, on the other hand, Hugo in Okron was far from cheerful.

He had anxiously awaited news from his third son, and a sense of unease had slowly crept over him. Struggling with the complexities of dealing with his eldest son's affairs and coordinating the casino conference, Hugo was feeling increasingly restless and agitated.

"Is there still no news from Fabian's side?" he asked, feeling frustrated.

In response to his inquiry, the butler shook his head helplessly.

"Old Mr. Keller, we've been persistently trying to contact him, and we've also sent people to investigate in the mountains."

The butler knew that Hugo had been in a foul mood recently and dared not provide a lengthy explanation.

Just as they were conversing, urgent footsteps sounded from outside the study.

"Old Mr. Keller, there's a call for you."

down his pen

call? Did they mention who

very important and that

lifted his hand. When

We got through! Matthew,

it as a prank and hang up when his name was spoken from the

let's talk

face darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you exactly? How

Let

commotion on the other side of the call, followed by a series

me when you're supposed to discuss business? Dad,

this, Hugo suddenly realized that the voice pleading for help was none other than his third son, Fabian. "Are you

filled with deep murderous

family, you're indeed quick-witted! But you're only half correct. I'm the crown prince, one of Matthew's underlings. Unfortunately, I must inform you that your son,

hearing the arrogant tone of the crown prince

nearly eight hundred elite assassins was one thing. However, being outwitted by the enemy, who had only apprehended his son, represented a new level of incompetence. It was as if eight hundred pigs could have

"What do you want?"

response from the other end, and only