“You should ask him for the Tiger Seal directly,” Ivan said. “If you can’t get it from him, then I can do nothing more to help you.”

Matthew nodded. “Alright, let’s go. You lead the way.”

Twenty minutes later, Ivan stood in Vanguard Hotel Square, pointing at the building’s entrance. “Vincent lives on the eighteenth floor, room 1808.”

Matthew frowned. “He lives in a hotel?”

Ivan nodded. “Yes, he’s been staying here. He’s rented an entire floor.”

“Once you get off the elevator, just ask for Vincent—”

Matthew interrupted. “You lead the way. I need to hear from Vincent himself that he possesses the Tiger Seal before you leave.”

Fear flickered across Ivan’s face. He seemed about to speak, but meeting Matthew’s gaze, he quickly agreed. “Okay, I’ll lead the way.”

Matthew felt something was amiss and remained vigilant. As the elevator ascended, Ivan’s expression darkened, while his two henchmen paled. They looked as if they were marching to their doom.

Finally, they reached the eighteenth floor, and the elevator doors slid open. The first thing Matthew noticed was the dim lighting. Seeing Ivan hesitate, he kicked him out. The two henchmen instantly collapsed inside the elevator. Matthew ignored them and stepped out. As the elevator doors closed, the light within gradually vanished, plunging the surroundings into deeper darkness.

A security guard approached, baton in hand. He eyed them warily. “You’re in the wrong place. Leave immediately.”

Matthew pointed at Ivan. “He’s here to see Vincent.”

The guard glanced at Ivan. “There are no appointments today. Get lost! Or I won’t be polite.”

Ivan stepped back, accusingly pointing at Matthew. “He forced me to come.”

With a sneer, the guard swung his baton at Matthew’s head. A cold glint flashed in Matthew’s eyes. Before the baton struck, he kicked the guard in the stomach. The guard’s towering figure flew backward, crashing into the corridor wall before collapsing motionless.

Witnessing this, Ivan trembled. Matthew commanded, “Let’s go, you lead the way.”

Ivan muttered an acknowledgment and proceeded down the dimly lit corridor. He stopped at room 1808. He turned to Matthew before nervously knocking. The knocking echoed through the empty corridor.

The door creaked open, revealing Vincent, sporting a crew cut and peculiar attire. Upon seeing Ivan, he paused. “Did you get Medieval Medicine?”

Ivan stepped back, pointing at Matthew. “He’s here for the Tiger Seal. I—I didn’t want to come, but he threatened to kill me. I had no choice.”

Vincent was surprised. He glanced at Matthew before turning to Ivan. “He wants to kill you, you say? Do you think I wouldn’t?” he asked coldly.

Ivan stood rigid, silent with fear. Vincent snorted coldly, then said to Matthew, “The Tiger Seal represents a division within the medical association. Do you even have medical skills? Why should I give you the Tiger Seal?”

Matthew hadn’t expected him to know about the divisions. He replied, “The Tiger Seal belongs to my mentor. I’m a doctor, naturally versed in medical skills.”

Vincent’s eyes lit up. “So you’re the successor of the Medieval Aureate Sect? Excellent. I’ve finally found the rightful owner.”

With that, he clapped three times—the sound echoing through the corridor. Two burly men with fierce expressions emerged from an adjacent room. Pointing at Matthew, Vincent instructed, “Tie him up and throw him into the water for a day. Only fish him out when he agrees to write down the prescription.”