Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2950

Under the veil of a moonless sky, darkness reigned supreme, cloaking the landscape in obscurity.

In the distance, headlights pierced the night, prompting the men's eyes to narrow with apprehension.

With a swift, practiced motion, they readied their firearms, prepared for any eventuality. Even the henchmen paused in their task, hands poised over their weapons.

From the shadows emerged submachine guns, gleaming ominously in the dim light, their purpose clear.

Their strategy hung in the balance, teetering between covert success and open conflict. Plan A offered a chance at discretion, but Plan B stood ready for confrontation, risking all to ensure the cargo's delivery.

Yet, with danger lurking at every turn, success remained uncertain, failure a grim possibility. And in this treacherous game, discovery meant certain death at Isambard's hands.

Tension thickened as ominous thoughts swirled. If only Old Master Cosby were here, they'd sense the danger looming! The flames crept nearer, casting eerie shadows.

Palms slick with sweat, beads trickling down their brows, they faced the firelight's glow. Three figures emerged, youthful and bold. "What's the holdup? Why no fire on this chilly night?" The leader, Moby Kingston, hailed from Thorneville, a fresh face in the prince's ranks.

Moby caught the group's strained looks and the furtive hands. Realization dawned, a shock coursing through him like lightning.

Isambard's lieutenants tensed, resisting the urge to draw their guns. A silent standoff ensued, the air charged with unseen threats.

"We're just taking a walk, nothing more," Isambard's trusted man spoke up, masking his intentions. He vowed silently to act if Moby's crew made a move.

Moby sensed the tension but deflected it. "Sure, but next time, bring a torch. It's pitch black out here," he said, guiding his men away.