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.

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

me to come and look

then

realized that Ferran's

his grip, and he started to

to your hospital, but these guys delay us... They came early

slightly, and he became furious. He couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold that they even dared to block

were

Ferran but didn't pay

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

medicines from Poly Pharmaceutical immediately and don't

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

MacMillan was stunned and then smiled. "Who are you? As I said, I'm just

understandable that you want to check. But there's no need to open the boxes and check

"Oh? Are you lecturing

any treatment in our hospital is delayed

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

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 to teach them a lesson. What

want your medicines, ask another

his eyes and

flew

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

shocked by this kick. He never dreamed

dare to beat