The Great Medical Saint

A loud slap landed on Ivan's face, knocking him out. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The sudden turn of events left everyone in the room stunned.

Ivan's two henchmen stared at Matthew in shock, not knowing what to do.

Jenny's eyes widened as she looked directly at Matthew.

The room fell silent all at once.

Ivan woke up with a groan, shattering the quiet of the room.

His two henchmen stepped forward to assist him.

Ivan slowly regained his senses. Holding his swollen face, he looked at Matthew. "You... You dare hit me?

"Do you fucking know who I am?" he snarled.

Matthew once again raised his hand for another slap. Ivan tried to block with his hand, but he hadn't anticipated the force behind Matthew's hit.

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.

Ivan was completely stunned by the blow and took a while to react. Finally, he shouted at his two henchmen, "Are you guys all stupid or something?" "Can't you see I'm being hit? Get him!" he growled.

The scolding jolted the two awake. The taller one cursed, "How dare you hit Ivan? You must be tired of living!"

With that, the two of them rushed at Matthew together.

Soon after, two muffled thuds rang out.

The two were knocked back even faster than when they had charged in.

They landed on the ground and began clutching their chests. Expressions of extreme pain filled their faces.

As Ivan stood up, he witnessed the scene unfold. His face turned pale with fear as he slowly backed away from Matthew.

"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 momentarily. "You want the Tiger Seal?"

He exclaimed, "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 gaze filled with murderous intent, Matthew glared at Ivan.

Matthew's words dripped with bone-chilling coldness as he uttered, "If you don't hand over the Tiger Seal I'll take your life. Care totest me?"

Upon 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 item for this mission and one of the tokens of the medical association. No matter what, he had to get it.

Ivan wiped the blood from his mouth. Feeling reluctant, he looked at Jenny.

He asked, "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," he 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 didn't expect Ivan to try threatening Jenny at this time.

He felt a surge of murderous intent. "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 felt numb from the beating, and he had lost several teeth.

Realizing he had met a ruthless person, he dared not play any tricks.

"We're just debt collectors. The person who hired us is named Vincent Sinclair," Ivan admitted.

"He's mysterious, extremely wealthy, and has many means of getting things done. I can take you to meet him."