Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3486 Visitors From Ore Island

The next morning, on Larden Island, Bram had barely risen when he noticed a servant rushing toward him from outside. "Mr. Roth... Ore Island-"

"Stop this nonsense! How many times have I told you not to act so flustered? Have I taught you nothing about decorum?" Bram scolded harshly, glaring at the servant. Only after catching his breath did he continue, "Now, what happened?"

"A group has arrived from Lopez Mining Group over on Ore Island. And... they brought a significant amount of goods with them."

"What did you just say? Lopez Mining Group? And Mr. Larden-has he returned?"

Moments earlier, Bram had been sipping tea with an air of calm. Now, he leaped to his feet, his booming voice echoing in the room.

Good heavens! It's only been a couple of days! Mr. Larden, do you have to be so efficient? I was hoping for a couple more days of peace!

The servant stammered, "No, Mr. Roth. The group said they're Lopez Mining Group's transport team. They've brought ten tons of iron ore this time."

"Where are they now?"

"At the Veiled Assembly's docks. They're unloading as we speak."

with surprising speed, stormed off toward the docks, leaving only a curt rebuke

didn't think to

servant stood frozen, a look of grievance plastered across his face. You're the one who said to remain calm and composed when reporting anything. Now you're scolding me

would never figure

...

Veiled Assembly's docks, burly workers were busily unloading cargo from several large ships moored by the pier. Heavy wooden crates, each packed with iron ore, were being handled with astonishing ease as the workers carried them down the gangplanks. Mack didn't even bother with one crate at a time. Instead, he hoisted three

there wasn't any iron left, and just a few days later, here we are with tons of it." Why can't I have that kind of skill?

sleep, and hunt tigers. That was my whole life. I was either on the way to hunt tigers or actually fighting

en novelxo

blasted tiger, I'd be a

arrived at the docks, towering stacks of wooden crates had already accumulated, forming a

Hancock, who's in charge of this shipment?" he asked, stepping up to where Mack was cursing a

"Tiger!"

"What?"

face a mix of confusion and

slip. He cleared his throat and gestured toward a group of men smoking by the pier. "The team who brought the

the good work, Chief Hancock," Bram replied with a nod

Ore Island. How had he managed