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.

the building materials 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

"So, I came here to ask-are

belied the chill that laced his

of unease in his eyes. This man is far

Mr. Larden, you're making a big deal over nothing," Laurent said with

tracing the edge of the porcelain teacup, suddenly stopped.

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

instant, a faint sound-szzt-cut through the

first glance, the porcelain teacup appeared unchanged. But as Laurent's curiosity grew, a sudden realization struck him-there was now a

Laurent's expression shifted to

This table

from reinforced steel Even gunfire would only leave a dent, not carve an opening. Yet, with nothing more than a casual stroke along the cup, Matthew had sliced into

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looked at Matthew. Matthew wasn't just asking for answers-he was demanding them. And if Laurent hesitated, it was clear that the next "cut" wouldn't stop at the

grew grave, the weight of the situation pressing down on

began, his tone measured, "not long ago, Shaun from the Viper Crew suddenly sold me a large shipment of premium construction materials. Those tarps came with the shipment. That's all I

of crossing someone as formidable as Matthew-a man whose strength was clearly leagues beyond anything he had encountered. He laid all his cards on the table, sparing no

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