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.

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

and look for you." The middle- aged

and then he shook

Ferran's grip was

could not overwhelm Nathan with his grip, and he started to respect

want to deliver medicine to your hospital, but these guys delay us... They came early this morning to check our medicine. However,

couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold that they even

were

at Ferran but didn't pay attention

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

and don't trouble them

MacMillan was the one in charge, so Ferrari directly

and then smiled. "Who are you? As I said,

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

MacMillan sneered. "Oh?

coldly, "If any treatment in our hospital is

"Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to

want to 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!

want your

and kicked Mr. MacMillan's

instantly flew out like a

rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan up, and some

was shocked by this kick.

to beat