The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

Nathan's words only attracted disdain and ridicule.

Now, Mr. MacMillan and his subordinates were in control, and whether this medicine batch could be delivered depended on their attitude.

"You can continue to trouble me, but you will regret it," Nathan shrugged and said flatly.

"Of course, we can. I'm afraid you won't be able to send out a single drop of alcohol before you go bankrupt," Mr. MacMillan smiled.

Nathan turned around and waved at the employees of the storage and transportation department. "Guys, continue to cooperate with their inspections. Let them do whatever they want!"

Mr. MacMillan's expression turned gloomy. If other companies were targeted like this, they would have already given in and begged for mercy. But Nathan was different. After all, he was rich and powerful, so targeting Poly Pharmaceutical alone may not make him give in.

Mr. MacMillan had some other thoughts in his mind, wondering if he should stuff some contraband into these medicines. Then, he could blame Poly Pharmaceutical and let Nathan bear the consequence.

At this moment, a low-key black car drove into Poly Pharmaceuticals.

A middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car. He had a stern face and was wearing a black suit.

As soon as he came, he saw Mr. MacMillan and some subordinates dawdlingly inspecting the medicines transported by Poly Pharmaceutical. The man raised his brows fiercely, with strong dissatisfaction and murderous intent.

"I'm looking for Mr. Evans. Where is he?" The middle-aged man found a worker in uniform and asked in a deep voice.

"He's over there..." The worker was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Nathan.

The middle-aged man walked directly toward Nathan.

the War Department. After all, this man's temperament was very obvious. Although the man

asked me to come and look for you." The middle- aged man walked up to

then he shook

Ferran's grip was

that he could not overwhelm Nathan with his grip, and he started to respect Nathan a bit because not

"Mr. Wells, as you have seen, we do want to deliver medicine to your hospital, but these guys delay us... They came early this morning to check our medicine. However, they

of Neva Province was so bold that they even dared to block the medicines about to be delivered to the hospitals of the Rosefinch War

who were risking their

glanced at Ferran but didn't

was just an ordinary Jetta, and Mr. MacMillan didn't recognize his face.

Pharmaceutical immediately and don't trouble them again." Ferran didn't want

was the one in charge, so Ferrari directly walked over and

are you? As I said, I'm just

But there's no need to open the boxes and check them one by one, right? I'm sure they have the accompanying

"Oh? Are

immediately became angry and said coldly, "If any treatment in our hospital is delayed because of you, can you afford such

and said, "Who do you think you are? Do

delay these medicines on purpose. So what? What can you do? You can only blame yourself! You could've chosen another company to deliver your medicines, but you had to choose Poly Pharmaceutical!

you want your

eyes and

MacMillan instantly flew out like a

aback. They rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan up, and some of them came

shocked by this

to