A loud slap landed on Ivan's face, knocking him unconscious. He collapsed to the ground with a thud. The sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the room. Ivan's two henchmen stared at Matthew in shock, unsure what to do. Jenny's eyes widened as she looked directly at Matthew. The room fell silent.

Ivan woke with a groan, shattering the quiet. His two henchmen stepped forward to assist him. Slowly regaining his senses, he held his swollen face and glared at Matthew. "You… you dare hit me? Do you fucking know who I am?" he snarled.

Matthew raised his hand again. Ivan tried to block, but he hadn't anticipated the force of Matthew's blow. It swatted Ivan's arm aside and landed squarely on his face with a solid smack. Ivan's legs gave way, and he sank to his knees. Blood trickled from his mouth, dripping onto the floor.

Completely stunned, Ivan finally reacted, shouting at his henchmen, "Are you guys all stupid or something? Can't you see I'm being hit? Get him!" he growled.

The scolding jolted them awake. The taller one cursed, "How dare you hit Ivan? You must be tired of living!" They rushed at Matthew together.

Two muffled thuds rang out. The henchmen were knocked back even faster than they had charged in, landing on the ground and clutching their chests. Expressions of extreme pain contorted their faces.

As Ivan stood, witnessing the scene, his face paled with fear. He slowly backed away. "D–Do you know who I am?" he trembled. "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Matthew said coldly, "I don't care about the consequences. Give me the Tiger Seal."

Ivan's eyes flickered. "You want the Tiger Seal? Don't think you're that capable just because you beat the three of us. You'd better not have any ideas about that ring, or it will cost you your life!"

With a murderous gaze, Matthew glared at Ivan. His words dripped with bone-chilling coldness: "If you don't hand over the Tiger Seal, I'll take your life. Care to test me?"

Seeing Matthew's eyes, Ivan shuddered with fear. "The Tiger Seal isn't with me. Someone else took it. Even if you kill me, you won't get the ring." He trembled.

Matthew's voice was icy as he demanded, "Tell me who took it." The Tiger Seal was the main objective of this mission, one of the tokens of the medical association. No matter what, he had to get it.

Ivan wiped the blood from his mouth, then looked reluctantly at Jenny. "Jenny, is this someone you found? Do you know the consequences of doing this to us?"

"For the sake of Medieval Medicine, we won't kill you," Matthew warned, "However, that doesn't mean we won't kill your brother."

Jenny was scared and didn't know what to do. "I don't know him. He's here for the Tiger Seal," she explained.

Matthew hadn't expected Ivan to threaten Jenny at this time. A surge of murderous intent filled him. "Ivan Roy, you're in no position to ensure your own safety, yet you still have time to threaten others?"

Ivan dared not meet Matthew's gaze. His face was numb from the beating; he had lost several teeth. Realizing he had met a ruthless opponent, he dared not play any tricks.

"We're just debt collectors," Ivan admitted. "The person who hired us is named Vincent Sinclair. He's mysterious, extremely wealthy, and has many means of getting things done. I can take you to meet him."