"Take your man and get lost. Then, I'll help you back up" Vincenzo said as the man quickly replied. 

"I'll get lost. Help me up!" 

"What?" 

"I'll leave, so help me up" 

"Promise us" Vittorio make a 'promise sign' with his hand as the man groaned. 

They chuckled at this. 

"Seriously. I promise. Do I really need to?" Vittorio wiggled his pinky finger for the man to intertwine. Vincenzo chuckled as the man struggled to do so.  

All of them were chuckling hard. 

"Okay, I can't straighten my finger. This hurts. Oh my finger!" 

"Stamp it" Vittorio said playfully as the man stamped it while whimpering in pain. 

"You are cruel" Han-seo dramatically whispers to Vittorio who just shrugs. 

"Come on. I stamped it. Help me up! Hurry!" 

Vincenzo looked at the thugs and said. "What are you doing? Help him" in instant, the thugs quickly rushed to Vincenzo and Vittorio as they helped their leader up.  

"Bring me up, hurry!" 

"Boss!" Vincenzo pulled him up harshly as the man rolled to the floor with a force. 

The tenants were enjoying the scene. 

"Be careful" 

"Goodness" 

"It hurts!" 

Vincenzo sighed and looked at his hand that was now red because of the measure tape. 

"You were great there. Good job, hyung" Vittorio says. 

Cha-young made a face at Vincenzo as he looked at her for a moment and continued to examined his wrist. 

"Boss are you alright?" 

"Oh, no! You're bleeding!" His man said as he looked at his purple wrist.  

"This could leave a scar!" He whined loudly. "Damn it"  

Cha-young and Vittorio looked at him with a bored look while Vincenzo looked at his wrist carefully. 

"Kill those bastards" 

"Grab your weapons" The thugs quickly grabbed their weapons. 

Vittorio starts chuckling in disbelief. 

"Gosh, he is breaking his promise too soon, isn't he?" Vittorio says. 

"I know you're a lowlife punk, but aren't you breaking your promise too soon?" Vincenzo holds out his index finger, signaling for them to attack him as Vittorio crackled his fingers preparing for the fight. 

"Let's go!" 

They were about to attack the brothers as the tenants and Cha-young ran, but was disturbed by a bunch of police officers. 

"What is police doing there?" The tenants asked in wonder. 

"Hey! Stop it! Stop right there!" The officers yelled, stopping the thugs and the leader as the others muttered. 

"What?" 

"Seriously?" 

"Mr. Park, you should leave. There are reporters outside" the officer on the middle said. 

"There are reporters outside?" The tenants were in shock wondering who called them. 

"Reporters? Why?" 

"How should I know?" Vincenzo just looked at them knowingly. Vittorio first looked at his brother with a questioning look but smiled as he realised what he did. 

"It was your doing, wasn't it?" Cha-young asks Vincenzo who just smiles in return. 

The officers told them to leave which they did. 

"Hey. Hey!" Mr. Park called as Vincenzo looked at him. 

"Stay right there! I'll hang you from this plaza soon" he threatened him as Vincenzo nodded with his eyes closed, stepping closer to him with the measure tape. 

"Damn it!" He stepped back in fear with his index finger pointing towards Vincenzo Cassano. 

"This will scar" he muttered angrily before walking out, joining his men. 

The tenants were chuckling at this. 

"Goodness"

"Those bastards"

"What was that?" The tenants murmured and talked to each other, clearly surprised by the event.

"We should talk" Mr. Hong appeared from behind them as Vittorio and Vincenzo looked at each other before following Mr. Hong to his office. 

The scene changes. 

"Didn't I tell you not to fool around?" Mr. Hong asked angrily as Vincenzo replied. 

Vincenzo scoffs at this. 

"I wasn't fooling around. I told you Mr. Cho was threatened to sign the contract" 

"Threatened? Gosh" He laughed doubtfully. "That was quiet a stunt you put up there. You guys are amazing. Why are you so childish?" Mr. Hong stated, still not believing the Cassano brothers, as Cha-young watched them while sipping on a yogurt drink. 

"Why won't you... Why won't he trust me?" Vincenzo muttered angrily in Italian. 

"Seeing how you're speaking Italian, you must feel guilty" Ms. Hong said as Vincenzo pointed his index finger at her angrily. 

"Shut up!" Vincenzo in the theatre yelled with his on-screen self. 

"Shut up!" He said in Italian while Mr. Nam looked so done with them and that he could curse at them anytime soon. 

"Mr. Nam is so done" Vittorio says as he chuckles. 

"It sounds like you're cursing" Ms. Hong replied. 

"Think about it. Why would I still be here if I sold this building? I'd take the money and go abroad." Vincenzo practically shouted as Vittorio glanced at Ms. Hong who was nodding her head, agreeing with him. 

"That's true" 

"First decide whose side you are on" Mr. Hong says to Cha-young. 

"Be quiet!" Mr. Hong snapped as Ms. Hong made a face at her father. "Go back to your country and stop inconveniencing us. Babel E&C, Babel pharmaceuticals, and Law Firm Wusang are all garbage. Leave. All of you" Mr. Hong replied with an angry tone as Vincenzo leaned his body on the table, trying to calm himself down. 

"Wow! How effortlessly you dragged me into this" Cha-young says in disbelief. 

"Wah. Somehow, I got caught in the crossfire. Unbelievable" Ms. Hong said, clearly offended by her father's remark. 

"I don't expect you to trust me. I'm going to get this building back" Vincenzo stated determinedly as he grabbed his briefcase, walking out while laughing a little. 

"That's impossible. The contract has been signed already!" She yelled. 

"It is possible!" Vincenzo says in Italian acnd Cha-young makes a confused face not understanding what he said. 

"Well, that's my cue to leave. Goodbye everyone" Vittorio dramatically waves his hand and follows his brother. 

Cha-young took her bag and started to leave but a bunch of reporters suddenly barged in "Excuse me? I'm a reporter from HBN. I'd like to meet with..." 

He paused for a moment, looking at his phone. "Mr. Vincenzo Cassano. He gave us a tip. Is he here?" 

"Ms. Hong was right. You called them" 

"He called you here?" Mr. Hong asked. The scene changes to Vincenzo and Vittorio who were walking peacefully outside of the building. 

"Sir" Ms. Hong called out as Vincenzo and Cha-young turned around, seeing the lady. "What a surprise. You even called the reporters. However, there's something I just can't wrap my head around" Ms. Hong said as she follows Vincenzo and asks. 

"Why would you get so worked up over this even so more than your client? The building was sold at a high price, so you will be getting a hefty sum." 

Vittorio knew where Cha-young was going to drag this debate to. 

Vincenzo signals his brother to keep following him. 

"Putting aside the money, wouldn't this upset anyone?" Vincenzo asks. 

"Not at all. Lawyers usually don't involve themselves in matter like these. European lawyers are quite strict about these things." Cha-young says. 

"What are you trying to say?" Vincenzo asks her. 

"My experience tells me that there is more to this. A reason enough to make them act this way." Cha-young answers. 

Cha-young smiles seeing how intelligent she is. 

"So... What could that be?" Vincenzo asks her as he walks in her direction and Cha-young steps back. 

"Beats me. But it must be something more valuable than this building." Cha-young says and starts to leave but walks back and then leaves. Vittorio looks at the lady in wonder and admiration. 

"She has got some brains, you know" Vittorio says. 

"Of course. I am not an idiot" Cha-young says. 

Vincenzo sighs and then walks in the opposite direction with his brother. 

The scene changes. Some of the tenants are assembled in the dance studio. 

"I saw this coming. These sho-offs in flashy suits are all the same." Mr. Larry says. 

"Six days nowhere is enough." Mr. Lee says who was pacing in the room. "I ought to put him in a guillotine chock for 11 days straight." 

"Can you please sit down and talk?" Mr. Larry asks him and Lee's wife grabs his hand and forces him to sit down. 

"They robbed us blind, didn't they?" Ms. Kwak said. 

"I said we shouldn't trust them and their good looks." Lee's wife says. 

"I knew it when they badmouthed my food." The chef speaks. "It's obvious that I am older than him, but he spoke so casually to me." 

"That Booralro or Vincenzo and Dae-hyun guy is more heinous than the building owner." The laundry said. 

"You are right. They totally deceived us." Mr. Larry said. 

"Should I go and teach them a lesson? How about that I slam that face of their on the ground? Should I fling them to ground?" Lee asks. 

"Gosh. I get that you are upset but you shouldn't hurt his face." Ms. Seo immediately speaks up and Lee was about to hit the ground but Mrs. Lee holds his hand and speaks. 

"You should stop giving high-fiving the ground when you are drunk." 

"Why are we the ones who get robbed blind? We are not that stupid." Ms. Kwak says. 

"But we are not smart either. You still don't know the times table." Lee's wife says. 

"I can't believe you." Ms. Kwak says. 

"I even got a new stamp to seal the agreement." Ms. Seo says in a sad voice. She snaps her head and looks in the chef's direction and asks, "Aren't Italian men supposed to be gentlemen" 

"Not at all. They slack off and are terrific liars. They distract people with their hand gestures." The chef answered. 

"So, much for trust" Vincenzo says in disbelief. 

Even though Vincenzo's reaction was like that Vittorio knew it would have been difficult for anyone to trust them after this. 

"What should we do?" The monk asks. 

"You can... You can just move to another temple." Mr. Larry suggests. 

"Not at all. We will stay by your side until the end." The monk replies. 

The tenants smile at the monk who smiled back at them. 

"I will need to verify whether they truly deceived us or not." Mr. Hong says, finally breaking his silence. 

"Look what happened. What's the point of that? We already lost our building." Ms. Kwak said. 

"Vincenzo was the one who called the reporters." Mr. Hong says. 

"What is their plan? Why are they confusing us?" The laundromat owner says. 

"I will make a thorough evaluation on whether they are on our side or not." Mr. Hong says. 

"Let's hope your evaluation is correct" 

The scene changes to a dance studio where many people are practicing Zumba. Camera focuses on Choi Myung-hee who was also there. 

"Higher." 

"Okay, get ready." 

"Good." 

"-Four. Turn your waist. One, two, three."

"That's it."

"All right. Two." The Zumba trainer instructs the people there. 

Even though nothing has happened till now, Vittorio didn't like the lady at all. 

The scene changes to an office. 'PROSECUTOR CHOI MUNG-HEE' was written on the name plate. The woman who was practicing Zumba was sitting on the chair going through the file. 

"So, she is a prosecutor" Vittorio thinks. 

"Our dear Deputy Minister Lee Nam-su." She says as she leans back on the chair. She stands up and sits on the chair which was in the right of the minister. 

"All right." She opens the file and goes through it while scratching her foot with her fingers. "So... Just say that you, Minister Park Dae-jin, and President Kim Song-hyeon of JT Investment... The three of you had some sushi at a restaurant in Cheongdam-dong. That's all I need from you." Myung-hee tells the minister. 

"What kind of story will you concoct with the reporters this time around?" The minister asks her. 

"Gosh. That's hurtful to hear. I am here to protect you. I am not going to reveal this in public or call any reporters." Ms. Choi says. 

"You are planning to use the JT Investments to get on the top. I can't let you do that." The minister says. 

"That ungrateful punk" Myung-hee thought. 

"Sir. Do you know what my specialty is? I can turn the most heartful stories into the most heinous ones." Ms. Choi says. 

"Is that so?" The minister asks and Choi chuckles on his statement and leans back on the chair.

"You don't believe me. Minister Kim Ui-pyeong from Cheongbaek-ri who had 1.07 dollars won in debt and no house to his name. Who so you think accused him of illegally accumulating two billion won and made him end up killing himself." Choi says. 

"A fucking manipulator" Cha-young muttered. No one liked the aura of this woman. 

"Look here, Ms. Choi" He shouts. 

"Sir, you see, I am the person who can find faults in the most innocent people. Wait and see." Choi says.

The scene changes to hospital room. 

"I am sorry, sir." Mr. Cho says. 

"Don't say that." Vincenzo says and sighs. 

"We are glad that your family is safe." Vittorio adds. 

Mr. Cho smiles at this. 

"The plaza... The plaza building. If Babel E&C demolishes it they will find out. You have to demolish it before they do." Mr. Cho says to Vincenzo and Vittorio. 

"The room comes with a special feature." Vittorio says in voiceover. 

All of them except the Cassano brothers were watching with their undivided attention. 

'3 YEARS AGO' flashes on the screen. 

"What is it?" Mr. Cho asks him. 

"It has to do with the structure of the room. The room will be touching building's column and beams and will be equipped with a device that amplifies impact. When the room is put under a considerable impact, the impact will cause the column and beams to crack, and the building will collapse." Vittorio explains to them as a figure on the screen shows the same. 

"This means if anyone tries to steal the gold they will die there only" Cha-young says and Vittorio nods. 

The scene changes to a group of masked men entering the basement. They open the first gate and the biometric system is shown. One of those guys, try to open the gate by hitting it with a hammer. As soon as he hits it, the building collapses. 

"If anyone tries to break in and steal the gold, the building it self will be their graveyard. And there is one more important thing, you must get rid of everyone who has built that room or is aware of its existence." Vincenzo says and the scene changes to goons killing all those people who were involved in building the secret room. 

They were watching the scene in horror. Mi-ri was quite uncomfortable by this scene. No one noticed it except, Vittorio. 

"Except for Mr. Cho and us, of course."  

"For anyone apart from you to get that gold, the building... will have to be demolished. The family will gift you the blueprint as proof of our friendship." Vittorio tells to the Chinese tycoon sitting in front of him. 

"This is why you want to demolish it" Larry says in realisation. 

The scene changes. 'ONE YEAR AGO' flashes on the screen. Vincenzo is sitting inside his car as he reads the news headline in his tab. 'WANG SHAOLIN, A CHINESE TYCOON, DIES OF CARDIAC AREEST AFTER A SWIM' He scrolls to read further. 

"Does anyone in his family knows about the secret room?" Vincenzo asks Mr. Cho as Vittorio looks at them. 

'10 MONTHS AGO' flashes on the screen. 

"No, it's just the four of us who know." Mr. Cho replies as Vincenzo and Vittorio sips their drinks. "Given his nature, I am certain he didn't tell anyone." Mr. Cho adds and Vincenzo nods. 

"Mr. Cho. Care to make some retirement money with us?" Vittorio asks and '3 MONTHS AGO' flashes on the screen. 

Vincenzo was sitting on the sofa and reading the news headline in his tab.

"Babel E&C has begun purchasing the shops and residences around the area."

The scene changes to Mr. Cho and Vittorio talking with Vincenzo on the phone.

"They also contacted me. What should I do?" Mr. Cho asks.

"Tell them that you are going to rebuild it" Vincenzo says.  

"We only need two days after the construction begins. Two days to move the gold." Vittorio adds. 

The tenants now understood everything. 

The scene changes to Nanyak Temple. Vincenzo was standing in front of the temple placing his hand on the glass. 

"I need to kick them out and demolish this building. I have to retrieve the gold. When should I tell the workers to come?" Vincenzo thinks as he watches the monk meditate. Another monk and Lee come the same way where Vincenzo is standing. 

"Please tell your friend to come three days later." The monk tells him. 

"That will do." Mr. Lee answers and they see Vincenzo standing there. Vincenzo bows to greet them. 

"Okay. I got it." 

"Are you going to fix something in there?" Vincenzo asks them. 

"Yes. We are going to fix the boiler." Mr. Lee replies. "By the way, why are you here?" He asks. Vincenzo thinks for a second and then answers. 

"I like this text." He says as he points on the board. 

"You suck at lying so much" Vittorio says to Vincenzo who gives him a not interested look. 

"I see." Mr. Lee says. 

"Do not expect to get rich through illegal means." Vincenzo reads it out. 

"Yes. You shouldn't do that." Mr. Lee says, clearly indicating it was meant for him. 

Vincenzo knew it was clearly being pointed at him. 

"Don't be greedy for wealth and land. Do what's right." Vincenzo reads ahead. 

"Let's go inside." The monk says. 

"Thank you." Mr. Lee thanks him and bows as he follows the monk inside. 

"Praying on the cold floor gave me hemorrhoids." The monk says and Vincenzo secretly listens their conversation. 

"Oh dear." Mr. Lee exclaims. Vincenzo quietly sits in front of the door and opens it a bit to listen their conversation clearly. 

They were chuckling seeing how Vincenzo was hiding. 

"You don't know how to hide either. I am so disappointed in you" Vittorio dramatically said. 

"That sharp and heavy pain." 

"We should install a boiler this weekend." Mr. Lee says. 

"You can't do that" Vincenzo yelled. 

"The whole building will collapse" 

"No!" Vincenzo immediately shouts and curses himself in mind. 

"And... you don't how to control your feelings either" Vittorio commented making some of them chuckle. But the laughter died down when they received the elder Cassano's deathly glare. 

The monk and Mr. Lee look here and there to see where that sound came from. He stands up and opens the door and goes inside. 

"I mean... Why waste money when they will be demolishing this place anyway? I will buy you an electric pad that can cover this size and pay for the electricity." Vincenzo says.

"That's okay. Don't worry about it." The monk says. 

"I said no!" Vincenzo shouts once again and the monk and Mr. Lee flinched. 

Vittorio facepalmed at this. 

"Sir." Mr. Lee says. Vincenzo sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"Please don't refuse my goodwill. I would like to show my appreciation for you all." Vincenzo says. The monk who was meditating let's out a 'Aah' sound and all of them look at his direction. The other monk signals Lee to stand up. 

"He must have felt Buddha's presence from beneath again." He says. 

"I see." Mr. Lee says as he joins his together. 

"Gosh." The monk says as he bends down.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Lee asks him.

"Gosh."

"Okay." Vincenzo leans on the handle and glances on the area where the monk is meditating.

The scene changes to Wusang Law Firm. 

"The witness of the recording confessed to perjury." Mr. Han says and Cha-young places her cup down. "Even if the second trial takes place, it will be dismissed due to lack of evidence. It's over then." Mr. Han finishes. 

"Yes. My dad has no more cards up his sleeve." Cha-young replies and Han leans on the back of chair and speaks. 

"Yu-chan must be getting old. He is out of moves. Good luck wrapping up the things, then." 

Mr. Hong scoffed at this. 

"Yes, sir." Cha-young replies as Han walks out of the office. 

"Cha-young!" Suddenly, Jun-woo enters the office and startles Mr. Han. 

His actions startled some of them too. 

"You startled me! You... Damn it. Gosh." Mr. Han shouts on him as he flinches. "You have no manners and no class. Look at you wearing sneakers at work." Mr. Han says pointing at his sneakers. "Why did you pick him out of all people?" He asks Cha-young. 

"It was you who picked me sir" Jun-woo says and Mr. Han curses himself. 

"It was you who picked me sir." Jun-woo says. 

"I did?" He asks and Jun-woo nods. He sighs. "I should quit drinking." He says and throws the stick on Jun-woo while walking out. Jun-woo immediately closes the door and speaks.

"Cha-young." 

"Quiet down." Cha-young says.

"Cha-young. You see..."

"What? What is it?" She asks him while she sits on her chair.

"Babel Pharmaceutical's Drug Development called." Jun-woo says a bit dramatically. "Qua... What was it?" He thinks. 

"Quarantine" Vittorio says guessing what Jun-woo might wanted to say. 

"Quarantine?" Cha-young guesses. 

"Right! One of its researchers who was quarantined went missing." Jun-woo says. 

"What?" 

It was a shocker for Mr. Han, Cha-young, Jun-woo and Han-seo. Mr. Hong was happy that things still have not gotten out of his hand. 

"What?" Cha-young exclaims in shock. 

The scene changes. Mr. An brought a file to the Director. 

"The Italian Intelligence Service sent this." He says and keeps the file on his table. 

"Okay." The director picks it up and reads it.

"After their boss died, Vincenzo Cassano, the successor in line, was targeted by the mob. I believe... I believe he fled here to get avoid getting killed." Mr. An says. 

"What does a member of mafia coming to Korea have to do with our security?" The director asks. 

Mr. An just sighed seeing the scene. 

"What do you mean? The most wicked gang of the world advances into--" Mr. Nam speaks but got cut in between by the director.

"Advanced? Is this what you think this is? Then, if the two of them flew in, it might be as well as an invasion." The director says.

"What if Vincenzo creates a new gang in Korea?" Mr. An asks. 

"Come on, his points are not that unvalid" 

"He needs money to do that. How much could he have brought here before fleeing?" The director asks.

"He could have secretly stashed a fortune in Korea." Mr. An says. 

"Well, he is right about that" 

"Why would a member of the mafia hide his money here? There are plenty of places better suited for that." The director says as Ahn sighs.

"Please authorize this mission first. I will get to the bottom of this." Mr. An says.

"You would better not spend any of our money. For every 10 won, I will deduct 100,000 won." The director says. 

An felt like crying. 

"Sir!"

"Enough!" He stops Mr. An from speaking ahead. "What was that? Yes. Go help the yakuza division. A yakuza breaded himself with a stab knife yesterday... No, he stabbed the bread with a knife... Damn it. I can't even say it right. Get out!" Mr. An bows and gets out of the office but stops at the door. 

"Not again" Vittorio says and sighs. 

"But they are the mafia. Like the movie, The Godfather." He softly says.  

"Hey." Mr. An simply walks out of the office now. He sits on the chair and takes out his phone to check his bank balance.

'SHINKWANG BANK 1, 198, 345 WON' flashes on the screen.

"This is enough." He says and picks up the can. "Just you wait, Vincenzo Cassano. I will pay for the mission out of my own pocket." He smiles and swipes on his phone.

'TOTAL - 1, 198, 345, INTEREST ON LOAN - 756, 456, REMAINING BALANCE - 441, 889' 

Mr. An broke into tears now, Toto who was nearest to him tried to console him. 

His smile fades as he looks at his current balance. "It's okay. It's all right. I can do it. O sole mio" He assures himself and then cries inside his mind.

The scene changes to Mr. Hong watching news on television. 

"You said that you told for the truth of victims of Babel. Was everything a lie?"

"Yes. I am sorry."

"Why did you lie?"

"I told you would regret it." Mr. Hong says.

"I am sorry"

"-one day." He continues.

"I felt guilty."

"You sold your conscience for money."

"Any last words to the victims?"

"I am sorry for causing confusion. I am really sorry to everyone that I have hurt. I am sorry." Mr. Hong switches of the television and looks at Mr. Nam's direction.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Getting rid of the Babel lawsuit documents. It's really over now." He answers. 

"It is not over, not yet" Mr. Hong says. 

"Don't be absurd. It's not over--" Mr. Nam completes his sentence. 

"-Until it's over? But it is really over now." He says. 

"-We still have hope. Trials are full of twists and turns." Mr. Hong says.

"And they always work against us." Mr. Nam says. 

"They won't not this time" Mr. Hong mutters. 

"Maybe, not this time around. -God help us." Mr. Hong prays.

"-Oh god."

"You little..." Mr. Hong threatens to hit him. Meanwhile, Vincenzo and Vittorio enter their office. They walks up to Mr. Hong.

"Back for more tricks are you?" Mr. Hong asks and Vincenzo and Vittorio just smiled. 

Vincenzo rolled his eyes at this. 

"I have a favour. Please share the documents on Babel E&C." Vincenzo says. 

"What for? I see. You want to study your enemy before defeating them? Gosh. Are you both still pulling this stunt?" Mr. Hong asks. 

"Yes. We will blow both you and tenants away from this stunt." Vittorio replies. 

"You both should leave." Mr. Hong says and turns in another direction and Vincenzo speaks. 

"The one who helps out the losing team in the war isn't an enemy but--"

"An ally. Right?" Mr. Nam says. 

"Right, Mr. Nam" Vittorio says. 

"You little..." Mr. Hong threatens to hit him again while Vincenzo and Vittorio smiled and nod at him. "That ally..." Mr. Hong says to Vincenzo but falls silent due to loss of words. He walks in another direction and leans on the table and sighs. Vincenzo and Vittorio walk in his direction. 

"Sir." Vittorio speaks and Vincenzo places his suitcase on the table. "There are things that can only be verified through trust. If you want to win, give us chance instead of doubting us." Mr. Hong at them for a second and then speaks. 

"Ju-sung." 

"Yes." Mr. Nam replies.

"Hand them all the documents, we have on Babel E&C." Mr. Hong says to Mr. Nam. 

Vittorio and Vincenzo smiled at this. 

"Yes, sir." Mr. Nam replies and Vincenzo nods.