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.

market recently, I stumbled upon a particular batch of tarps that caught my eye," he began. "Coincidentally, I'm on Ore Island to purchase construction supplies and assorted goods. When I asked, I learned that

imperceptibly, like a blade sliding from its sheath. "So, I came here to ask-are those materials produced by you, or...

demeanor belied the chill that

in the room seemed to plummet, and Laurent's expression faltered for just a moment. He regarded Matthew closely, a flicker of unease in his eyes. This man is far

you're making a big deal over nothing," Laurent

had been idly tracing the edge of

at the West Montiria Islands, this was the most significant lead Matthew had uncovered. He had no intention

faint sound-szzt-cut

as Laurent's curiosity grew, a sudden realization struck him-there was now a clean, precise cut across

Laurent's expression shifted to

table wasn't

Yet, with nothing more than a casual stroke along the cup, Matthew had sliced into it like

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darkened, a mix of awe and trepidation clouding his gaze as he looked at Matthew. Matthew wasn't just asking for answers-he was demanding them. And if Laurent hesitated, it was clear

demeanor grew grave, the weight of the situation pressing down on

Shaun from the Viper Crew suddenly sold me a large shipment

as Matthew-a man whose strength was clearly leagues beyond anything he had encountered.

in