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.

as ominous thoughts swirled. If only Old Master Cosby were here, they'd sense the danger looming! The flames crept nearer, casting

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 hands. Realization dawned, a

guns. A silent standoff ensued, the air

Isambard's trusted man spoke up, masking his intentions. He vowed silently to act if Moby's crew made a

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

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

they know. After Moby and his companions walked away, they immediately extinguished the torch. "You go

room for debate, they

they watched Isambard's crew, hearts racing. Suddenly,

...

call, he made no

eyes widened in disbelief as he absorbed the report from his subordinate. Moments