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 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 was not wearing a military uniform, he couldn't hide his

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

then

that Ferran's grip was very

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

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 haven't found anything suspicious until now. These medicines are

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

soldiers who were risking

glanced at Ferran but

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

from Poly Pharmaceutical immediately and don't

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

MacMillan was stunned and then smiled. "Who are you? As

to open the boxes and check them one by one, right? I'm sure they have the accompanying

"Oh? Are you lecturing

said coldly, "If any treatment in our hospital is delayed because of you, can you

laughed out loud and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you have

purpose. So what? What can you do? You can only blame yourself! You could've chosen another company to deliver

your

narrowed his eyes and

instantly flew out

help Mr. MacMillan up, and some of them

by this

dare to beat