The greatest man alive novel (by Maverick Bowman)
Chapter 501

Josua'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," Josua 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.

Josua 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 Josua 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 Josua 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 Josua.

The middle-aged man walked directly toward Josua.

When Josua 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 was not wearing a military uniform, he couldn't hide his vigor.

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

"Hello!" Josua paused, and then he shook hands with Ferran.

Josua realized that Ferran's grip was very firm.

Ferran noticed that he could not overwhelm Josua with his grip, and he started to respect Josua a bit because not everyone could bear his Squeezing Power.

Josua shrugged and said 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. However, they haven't found anything suspicious until now. These medicines are still here..."

The corners of Ferran's mouth trembled slightly, and he became furious. He couldn't believe the Health Agency of Neva Province was so bold that they even dared to block the medicines about to be delivered to the hospitals of the Rosefinch War Zone!

These medicines were for the soldiers who were risking their lives to protect the country.

Mr. MacMillan glanced at Ferran but didn't pay attention to him.

Ferran's car was just an ordinary Jetta, and Mr. MacMillan didn't recognize his face. Apparently, Ferran wasn't a leader of Neva Province.

"Hello, please release these medicines from Poly Pharmaceutical immediately and don't trouble them again." Ferran didn't want to waste any minute.

He knew Mr. MacMillan was the one in charge, so Ferrari directly walked over and persuaded him.

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

Ferrari said expressionlessly, "It's understandable that you 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 documents and transportation permission."

Mr. MacMillan sneered. "Oh? Are you lecturing me?"

Ferrari immediately became angry and said coldly, "If any treatment in our hospital is delayed because of you, can you afford such a consequence?"

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

"I just 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! I have grudges against them, so I want to teach them a lesson. What can you do?"

"If you want your medicines, ask another company!"

Ferran narrowed his eyes and kicked Mr. MacMillan's belly.

Mr. MacMillan instantly flew out like a ball.

Mr. MacMillan's subordinates were taken aback. They rushed over to help Mr. MacMillan up, and some of them came forward and scolded Ferran.

Mr. MacMillan was shocked by this kick. He never dreamed that someone would dare to beat him!

Mr. MacMillan bent down and puked, then squeezed out a few words, "How dare you hit me! I don't care which hospital you are from. I'll close it down tomorrow!"

Ferran went straight to Mr. MacMillan. The people around wanted to stop him, but he easily knocked all of them to the ground.

Ferran seemed like an undefeated general who overthrew Mr. MacMillan's subordinates as if they were made of paper. A dozen of people fell to the ground, and Ferran walked up to Mr. MacMillan. "Mr. MacMillan, listen to my advice. Give up and apologize. You can't afford to offend Mr. Wells." Josua narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Josua was anxious when Mr. MacMillan blocked the medicines, but after learning that these medicines were prepared for the hospitals of the Rosefinch War Zone, Josua wasn't worried at all.

He knew he wouldn't need to deal with this matter himself, and he didn't need to feel anxious. Because sooner or later, someone would come over and teach Mr. MacMillan a lesson.

Mr. MacMillan rubbed his stomach, stared viciously at Ferran in front of him, and asked with a grin, "Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me! Do you know I can crush a dumbass like you with just a single phone call?"

"Do you know how many people want my favor but fail? Let me tell you. You're in big trouble. No matter who supports you, they won't be able to save you! I'm sure of it!"

Ferran raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped Mr. MacMillan, whose nose bridge instantly broke with a crack

Then, Ferran grabbed Mr. MacMillan's thinning hair, stared at him, and said coldly, "Okay... Tell me, how big is my trouble?"

Josua stood aside and said to Geena, "Well, well... What a ruthless man..."

Geena was speechless. She knew Ferran's ruthlessness could be counted as tenderness compared to Josua's.