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.

Cosby were here,

trickling down their brows, they 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 face

the urge to draw their guns. A silent

Isambard's trusted man spoke up, masking his

deflected it. "Sure, but next time, bring a torch. It's pitch black out here," he said, guiding his

glances. "Matthew's crew isn't all that," they muttered once the coast was

walked away, they immediately extinguished the torch. "You go inform Young Master Larson about this,

With no room for debate, they exchanged

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

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crown prince fielded a call, he made no effort to

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