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.

Nathan turned around and saw the man, he knew that this man must have come from the War Department. After all, this man's temperament was very obvious. Although the man

Wells. Mr. Wordsworth asked me to come and look for you." The middle-

paused, and then he shook hands

that Ferran's grip was

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

to Ferran. "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.

he became furious. He couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold that

for the soldiers who were risking their lives

but didn't

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

these medicines from Poly Pharmaceutical immediately and don't trouble them again." Ferran

was the one in charge, so Ferrari directly walked

stunned and then smiled. "Who are you? As

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

sneered. "Oh? Are you lecturing

any treatment in our hospital is

MacMillan laughed out loud and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to blame

deliver your medicines, but you had to choose Poly Pharmaceutical! I have grudges

your medicines,

and

MacMillan instantly flew out like a

to help Mr. MacMillan up, and some of

this kick.

to