Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2950 Near Crisis

Under the veil of a moonless sky, darkness reigned supreme, cloaking the landscape in obscurity.

In the distance, headlights pierced the night, prompting the men's eyes to narrow with apprehension.

With a swift, practiced motion, they readied their firearms, prepared for any eventuality. Even the henchmen paused in their task, hands poised over their weapons.

From the shadows emerged submachine guns, gleaming ominously in the dim light, their purpose clear.

Their strategy hung in the balance, teetering between covert success and open conflict. Plan A offered a chance at discretion, but Plan B stood ready for confrontation, risking all to ensure the cargo's delivery.

Yet, with danger lurking at every turn, success remained uncertain, failure a grim possibility. And in this treacherous game, discovery meant certain death at Isambard's hands.

were here, they'd sense the danger

and bold. "What's the holdup? Why no fire on this chilly night?" The leader, Moby Kingston, hailed from Thorneville, a fresh face in the prince's ranks. Moby caught the group's strained looks and the furtive

urge to draw their guns. A silent standoff ensued, the air charged with unseen

Isambard's trusted man spoke up, masking

but deflected it. "Sure, but next time, bring a torch. It's pitch

they watched Moby's crew depart, Isambard's lieutenants relaxed, exchanging relieved glances. "Matthew's crew isn't all that," they muttered

companions walked away, they immediately extinguished the torch. "You go inform Young Master Larson about this, and we'll monitor the movements

they exchanged swift words and divided

crew, hearts racing. Suddenly, they sucked in a sharp

...

fielded a call, he made no effort to conceal

he absorbed the report from his subordinate. Moments