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.

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 that those impressive items

a blade sliding from its sheath. "So, I came here to ask-are those materials

chill

Laurent's expression faltered for just a moment. He regarded Matthew closely, a flicker of unease in his eyes. This

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

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

significant lead Matthew had uncovered. He had no intention of dancing around the matter any further. He lifted his hand

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

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

Laurent's expression shifted to

table

Even gunfire would only leave a dent, not carve an opening. Yet, with nothing more

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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

grew grave, the weight of the situation pressing down

Shaun from the Viper Crew suddenly sold me a large shipment of premium construction materials. Those tarps came with

man whose strength was clearly leagues beyond anything he had encountered. He laid all his cards on the table, sparing no

in silence,