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.

saw the man, he knew that this man must have come from the War Department. After all,

Mr. Evans. My name is Ferran Wells. Mr. Wordsworth asked me to come and look for you." The middle- aged man walked up to Nathan

paused, and then he

realized that Ferran's grip was very

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

to deliver medicine to your hospital, but these guys delay us... They

was so bold that they even dared to block the medicines

were for the soldiers who were

but didn't pay attention

and Mr. MacMillan didn't recognize his face. Apparently, Ferran wasn't

don't trouble them again." Ferran

Mr. MacMillan was the one in charge, so

"Who are

said expressionlessly, "It's understandable that you want to check. But there's no need to open the boxes and

"Oh?

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

you think

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! I have grudges against them, so I

want your medicines, ask another

narrowed his eyes and kicked Mr. MacMillan's

instantly flew

MacMillan's subordinates were taken aback. They rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan

this kick.

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