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.

Master Cosby were here, they'd sense the danger looming! The flames crept

faced the firelight's glow. Three figures emerged, youthful and bold. "What's the holdup? Why no fire on this chilly night?" The leader, Moby Kingston, hailed from Thorneville, a fresh

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

spoke up, masking his intentions.

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

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

know. After Moby and his companions walked away, they immediately extinguished the torch. "You go inform Young Master Larson about this, and

room for debate, they

companion crept back, huddling behind a boulder. Peering out, they watched Isambard's crew, hearts racing. Suddenly, they sucked in a sharp breath

...

a call, he made no effort to conceal it, adopting a

as he absorbed the report from his subordinate. Moments later, he approached Matthew, wearing