Cha-young was sitting in the tempo with her things and Jun-woo was sitting there with the luggage at the back. The tempo stops. Cha-young gets out of the car and Jun-woo also jumps out of the tempo. She opens the gate of her father's house and stands in front of it. Jun-woo watches her and smiles. 

"Finally, I am back where I should have been from the first place," Cha-young thought. 

The scene changes. There was news broadcasting on the radio and Vincenzo was listening to it. 

"Public has shown a great interest in Babel Pharmaceuticals' new drug RDU-90. Thanks to its lasting effects and lack of side effects, it was known to be an innovative drug since it was under clinical trial. After learning about its upcoming release, many countries such as Vietnam and Mongolia have shown interest. Babel Pharmaceuticals is willing to do any thing with open arms if it is pertaining to the people's health. During the manufacturing period, the company was involved in a lawsuit. However, after the illegal activities of a righteous civil lawyer was exposed, the manufacturing of RDU-90 was resumed once again. Through this incident, we were able to see clearly who was in the wrong."  

Most of them were angered by this, some of them sighed and there were exceptions as well who were happy. 

Vincenzo who was drinking the wine from the glass threw it across the wall. 

Some of them flinched because they have only seen the younger Cassano brother expressing his anger and now they are seeing the older Cassano brother's anger as well. 

The scene changes. Vincenzo goes to the restaurant where the incident happened. He enters the restaurant and sees the dried blood on the ground. It started raining heavily outside and Vincenzo reminisces the accident time. 

"How dare you?" He says as he remembers the truck drivers face. "How..." The truck driver starts chuckling. Vincenzo sees his reflection in the dried blood. He takes his phone and makes a call. 

"How do you have such a vivid memory?" Mrs. Kwak asks. 

"We are trained to remember even the tiniest details," Vincenzo replied. 

"And as a matter of fact, we mafias never forget things like this," Vittorio added, scaring the tenants with his tone of voice. 

"I need to ask you a favour. I keep asking you for favours," Vincenzo says. It is revealed to be Mr. Cho on the other side. 

"Goodness, don't say that. If it wasn't for you and your brother, I would have been a compost in a vineyard in Milano. Tell me what you need," He says. 

"Cosa stai cucinando con quella tua piccola mente intrigante?" Vittorio asks Vincenzo in Italian. 

[Translation- What are you cooking in that little scheming mind of yours?] 

""Come posso saperlo? È il mio futuro sé. Sono altrettanto all'oscuro quanto te," Vincenzo replied back. 

[Translation- How can I know? It's my future self. I am as clueless as you are.] 

The scene changes. Han-seo was walking in his room. He entered his bedroom and took out his coat. He notices something on his bed under the blanket. He removes the blanket and screams. The pillow on his bed was full of syringes that had pig blood. 

All of them were shocked at this, some of them screamed and some of them shut their eyes in disgust at this. 

Han-seo was also shocked by this. 

Han-seok knew this trick was meant for him but his brother became the scapegoat. 

"What is that?" Mr. Han said almost fainting. 

"Eww. Is that blood?" Mi-ri said in disgust. 

"That's your doing, right?" Vittorio asks Vincenzo. 

"Not me. It's my future self," Vincenzo replied nonchalantly, his face being the regular poker face having no emotions. 

"It's still you. Anyways, I am disappointed in you. You know this pillow full of syringes with pig blood prank is used by children in the Italian mafia. Seriously, you have started copying children's trick, at least be creative and original," Vittorio says to his older brother. 

"You know what, next time I will ask you, so that you will be satisfied," Vincenzo replied back being annoyed. 

"That's like my brother!" Vittorio says dramatically making Vincenzo roll his eyes. 

Meanwhile, rest of them were shocked to see that the Cassano brothers are fighting on how entertaining and interesting is the trick. It was like they were seeing alien people fighting on alien topic. 

Damn, the Italian mafias! 

"Damn it. What the hell is that?" He says. 

He takes out his phone and calls someone. The camera focuses on the caller ID and in capital words it is written, 'VITTORIO'. 

"Of course, I know my bestie will remember me first," Vittorio said faking his squeal making Han-seo cringe. 

The scene switches to Vittorio's apartment where he was leaning on the balcony and was smoking. He sees his phone ringing and then sees it is Han-seo who is calling. He puts off his cigarette on the ash tray and picks up the phone. 

This was not a shocker for them as by this time they knew that the younger Cassano brother smokes. 

"Hey, dumbo. Why are you calling me in the midnight?" Vittorio asks his best friend. 

"You can never leave the nickname, can you?" Han-seo asks Vittorio. 

"Never," Vittorio replies poking his tongue out and Han-seo sighs at this. 

Meanwhile, Han-seok didn't like how close his boyfriend's and his brother's friendship was because one thing he knew for sure that this friendship would one day bite him in the ass.  

"Why? I can't even call my best friend now and have a talk?" Han-seo asks from the other end. "And from the fact that you picked up my call within ten seconds you were not asleep, plus if you are awake at this hour I can confidently assume you were smoking thinking about something," Han-seo continued. 

All of them were shocked seeing how well Han-seo knows Vittorio. Even the older Cassano was surprised by this. Whereas, Vittorio knew it was one of those regular days when Han-seo was playing that Sherlock shit. 

"Well, well, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, if you are done with your deep analysis, care to tell why you called because I can also confidently assume that your dumb ass never calls at me at this hour without any reason," Vittorio said. 

"Point," Han-seo muttered. 

"I always speak facts, baby," Vittorio says his voice full of his usual charisma. 

"The pillow on my bed is full with syringes filled with blood and by the smell I can tell it's pig's blood. Being friends with you for more than ten years has taught me that this is the work of a typical Italian mafia. I know this not your work because at this point I know you are not in mood for such immature jokes, so that leaves your brother only," Han-seo responded. 

"He is not as dumb as he shows himself to be," Myung-hee thought in her mind. 

Han-seok also realized that his brother grew some intelligence or he was pretending to be dumb from the very start. But what he was sure of now was that his little brother is no longer the harmless puppet. 

"Of course, who other than hyung can be responsible for this. He is pissed of because of Mr. Hong's death and now that your brother's stupid RDU-90 drug is being welcomed in the market he is even more pissed off. He doesn't know that you are just a face for your brother and not the real chairman of Babel so he is taking it out on you," Vittorio said. 

Most of them pitied Han-seo as they knew the boy was suffering because of his brother. 

"I think I guessed that much, I was just confirming. Now, I will have to sleep somewhere else because my bedroom is stinking," Han-seo said with a sigh.  

"I am sorry that it caused you inconvenience," Vincenzo apologized to Han-seo making Vittorio shocked as hell. 

"It's okay, I guess," Han-seo said softly not knowing how to reply. 

"Wow, hyung you know how to apologize, shocker," Vittorio said making sure his voice is full of surprise. Vincenzo, however simply ignores his brother. 

"Hey, now you are ignoring me, obviously it would be a shocker for me, I have never once received your apology," Vittorio says in fake anger only to be ignored again. 

"Don't sulk now, Han-seo. Okay, let me promise you one thing, you got this inconvenience because of your bastard brother, right? I swear, one day, not just in front of you but in front of a crowd full of spectators I will drench him completely with the same pig blood, after all I am more of an Italian mafia than my brother," Vittorio said. 

Now most of them were eager to see this as well, except, Han-seok who wished for this to never happen because if it did then Vittorio will know who he really is. 

However, only Vincenzo that his brother was not kidding as this was just one of his harmless tricks and he could do much worse and much crueler. 

"Then, my dear friend, I am looking forward to it," Han-seo said with a chuckle and continued, "But there is one more problem, I can't just cover this incident without my brother knowing and I can't let him know that your brother is behind this." 

Some of them didn't understand what he meant by this. 

"He is looking for a perfect candidate to shift the blame on, that's what he meant," Mr. Hong explained to those who didn't understand. 

"You mean to say, there has to be someone to play the scapegoat," Vittorio replied. He paused for a moment to think and said, "You go ahead with your usual act and inform those two jokers at Wusang, Choi and Han, right? I can already guess who they will choose as their scapegoat." 

Most of them could already guess who Vittorio was talking about. Even Cha-young realized that and the look on her face changed.  

"And that would be Mr. Hong's daughter, Cha-young. She will be dragged in this nonsense without any reason," Han-seo said. 

"We can't do anything right now. Besides, someone has to pay for my brother's deeds. Don't worry, I will make sure she will be out of this soon enough," Vittorio assured his friend. 

"How dare you do this? I thought you were my friend," Cha-young yelled at Vittorio. 

"It's not my fault, it's my future self. And anyhow, this all because of my brother, you should yell at him," Vittorio replied back, shifting the blame on his elder brother only to find him glaring and sending daggers through his eyes. 

"You are right, this all because of you both Cassano brothers. I will make sure to kill you both. Mafias or not, I don't care," Cha-young yelled again in annoyance. 

"You can try," This time Vincenzo was the one who said making Cha-young even more angry. 

"Fine, then I will do as you say," Han-seo said. 

"I am hanging up now, good night, Han-seo," Vittorio said with a smile. 

"Good night, Vittorio," Han-seo replied from the other side and cut the call. 

The scene changes. Myung-hee and Mr. Han were in Mr. Han's office discussing about last night's event. 

"Who the hell could have done that?" Myung-hee asks. 

"What is certain is that it was not the work of some small fry," Mr. Han says. 

"I agree. It is Chairman Jang's house for Pete's sake. It is not that easy to break into his room with the security system and the guards," Myung-hee says. 

"It's easy when you work as a consigliere for Italian mafia," Cha-young said. 

"I really don't know any opponent of ours who would hire such experts," Mr. Han says and it is shown that Jun-woo was working there on the computer and secretly listening to their conversation. 

"What was he doing there?" Lee asks. 

"What are you doing there?" Myung-hee asks Jun-woo. 

"What?" He asks. 

"Sorry?" 

"Oh, I am formatting and reinstalling." Jun-woo says. 

"You are a lawyer, right? Then, why were you doing that computer technician work," Lee asks again. 

"I good with technology," Jun-woo replies with a smile. 

"The computer was damaged by a virus," Mr. Han says. 

"Why not call the tech team?" Myung-hee asks. 

"He is not good at his job, but quite tech-savyy," Mr. Han says. 

"Right," Jun-woo says. 

"Get it done and leave already," Mr. Han says and Jun-woo shows him okay sign. Mr. Han sighs. "My goodness. We need to give Chairman Jang something if we want to placate him," Myung-hee thinks and claps as she gets an idea. 

Myung-hee hated how she played exactly into Vittorio and Han-seo's plan giving them exactly what they wanted. 

"How about her for the time being?" Myung-hee asks. 

"Who?" Mr. Han asks. 

"Someone who has a motive," Myung-hee says and Mr. Han realises who she was thinking about. 

Cha-young rolls her eyes at this. This was now getting on her nerves. 

"Her? Come on that is not right, how could you? God, you are really evil," Mr. Han asks her.  

The scene changes to Mr. Han talking to Han-seo on phone. 

"We believe Ms. Hong Cha-young is the most ideal suspect." 

Vittorio chuckled at this and looked at Myung-hee as he spoke, "It looks like you are not that much intelligent how I thought you to be. I over estimated you. You are quite predictable, you know that Myung-hee." 

Myung-hee gritted her teeth at this. She swore that she would make this Italian mafia realize who he was messing with. 

"I knew it was that lawyer! She is blaming my company for her father's death! Whatever. Put her behind the bars this instant," Han-seo says from the other side of the line. 

"I don't like doing this. Vittorio, you and your evil mind! I am sorry Ms. Hong," Han-seo thought and cursed Vittorio in his mind.