Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3490 The Source of the Goods

A steady voice rang out from the distance.

A man wearing dark sunglasses emerged from the factory ahead. Dressed in a form-fitting camouflage suit, he exuded a quiet menace with his commanding presence. "I've long heard about you, Mr. Larden," he greeted with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Matthew studied the man as he approached. In a calm tone, he asked, "Mr. Laurent?"

"Haha! That's just what my men call me," Laurent replied with a dismissive wave, indicating that Matthew could call him whatever he preferred. "You can call me Laurent if you prefer."

Matthew responded with a faint smile but offered no specific reply.

"Please, Mr. Larden, come in," Laurent said, gesturing toward the factory.

He led Matthew inside.

The factory's interior was a stark contrast to the empty expanse outside. Everything was arranged with meticulous precision, reflecting Laurent's personality-disciplined and calculated. "Take a seat," Laurent offered as he motioned toward a plush couch.

He sat down across from Matthew, placing a cup of tea in front of him with a genial smile. "So, Mr. Larden, may I ask what brings you to my humble corner?"

Matthew took a moment, his long, slender fingers tracing the rim of the teacup. His voice was measured, almost casual, as he spoke.

began. "Coincidentally, I'm on Ore Island to purchase construction supplies and assorted

I came here to ask-are those materials produced by you, or... obtained

calm demeanor belied the chill that laced his final

regarded Matthew closely, a flicker of unease in his eyes. This man is far from the simple merchant the rumors suggested. In fact,

big deal over nothing," Laurent

edge of the porcelain teacup, suddenly stopped. His gaze locked onto

Montiria Islands, this was the most significant lead Matthew had uncovered. He had no intention of dancing around the matter any further. He lifted his hand from the teacup, leaving it on the

next instant, a faint sound-szzt-cut through the air, drawing

teacup appeared unchanged. But as Laurent's curiosity grew, a

Laurent's expression shifted to

This table

with nothing more than

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trepidation clouding his gaze as he looked at Matthew. Matthew wasn't just asking for answers-he was demanding them. And if

grave, the weight of the situation pressing down on

his tone measured, "not long ago, Shaun from the Viper Crew suddenly sold me a large

no intention of crossing someone as formidable as Matthew-a man whose strength was clearly leagues beyond

in silence,