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.

come and look for you." The middle- aged man walked up to

Nathan paused, and then

Ferran's grip was

grip, and he started to respect Nathan a bit

seen, we do want to deliver medicine to your hospital, but these guys delay us... They came early

furious. He couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold that they even dared to

the soldiers who were risking their

but didn't pay

Jetta, and Mr. MacMillan didn't recognize his

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

in charge, so Ferrari directly walked over and persuaded

smiled. "Who are you? As I said,

open the boxes and check them one by one,

sneered. "Oh? Are you

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

you think you are? Do you have the right

blame yourself! You could've chosen another company to deliver your medicines, but you had

you want your medicines,

and kicked Mr.

MacMillan instantly flew out like a

subordinates were taken aback. They rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan up, and some

shocked by this kick. He never

dare to beat