It turns out Victo did not lock the door at all when he left the house. He only closed the front door before handing the keys to Mrs. Greta. Of course, there was no way he'd locked the door with Emma locked inside. Now the four strangers freely enter and explore the house. All four are ready with weapons with silencers attached to the ends. One of them gives instructions to divide the team. Seconds later, the two of them go to the kitchen. While the other two go up to the second floor where there is only one room there. It is in that room, Emma is still fast asleep in a messy state. One of the two people who enter the room continues to inspect the bathroom. The other one tries to wake Emma up. “Hey!” he says as he pats Emma's cheek with the tip of his gun. But Emma only showed a slight reaction of writhing, and is very delirious. “Ah, Victor! Why are you wearing a mask? This is not Halloween,” she mumbles before she closes her eyes again. There the mysterious guy knows that Emma

Four of Albert's envoys are still looking for Victor, being confused about where he is at the moment. Meanwhile, Marco and Willie are busy learning about Victor's identity.At first, they wanted to leave Victor alone as long as he doesn't mess with them either. But now, Albert Wilson is already busy trying to kill him.Because of that, at least they wanted to immediately confirm Victor’s real identity. Because they aren't sure that Albert Wilson would hold back himself for long.“He only started coming here about two months ago. At first, he came just to have a look. Never long, because he is always busy delivering pizza orders,“ explains Johnson Bermer.“So you also know that he used to be a pizza delivery man?” asks Marco.“Of course. He has also delivered pizza here several times, taking orders from my employees.”“And you said that the ring that was put as the main event at our auction was his?” asks Willie.Johnson Bermer nods calmly.“And he bought it from you?” Willie continues

Victor puts on his dumb and ignorant face to hear such a question from her. “The size? Did I mention the size? No!” Victor denies. “Eeeh, if you talk about what suits you according to your taste, then you can go around saying everything does not suit your taste. That’s not fair,” says the lady. It’s effective to invite chuckles from Victor. He shakes his head, tidying up all the clothes and puts them all back in the bag. “What do you mean not fair? I don't just carelessly make judgments here. I judge based on your own assessment standards. “My assessment standards?” mumbles the lady. “Previously, the first time I came here, you said that one of the clothes which cost over $1,000 suits someone like me. Isn’t that the standard you put for me? As someone who drives a Rolls-royce?” says Victor rhetorically. It shuts the lady silent. She begins to realize where Victor’s explanation would end. Meanwhile, Victor just keeps his nonchalant smile. “But today, none of the clothes you have

It invites Victor’s interest to hear Jimmy’s story. Somehow, he has a kind of unique interest with any story regarding mafia, or something that has a link to Italo-america people. It’s like some kind of a myth has just unfold. “About this La Marca. Who were they? Some kind of mafia?” asks Victor. “They were just some thugs who had big dreams. But they did want to be considered as an influence like The South Bend Mob or Labella Family.” And then, Jimmy is silent for a moment, as if he is thinking about something in the distant past. Not long, and he then shakes his attention back. “That’s it about the past. How about you? Don't tell me you came all the way here just for that cup of coffee.” “Indeed I came here for this cup of coffee,” Victor replies nonchalantly. “By the way, I did win the legal dispute with my ex-wife. Just like what you said. Right after the arbitrator read my documents, he didn’t give my ex-wife any penny,” says Victor. “Told you,” replies Jimmy. “Well, I felt

Victor glances around, and finds the apartment room looks more like a secret service headquarters, with two monitors still busy monitoring whatever they are monitoring. Meanwhile, one blonde guy with a pigtail is busy playing a video game with his computer. “Judeo!” calls Mike. “Sorry, I’m busy raiding the boss’ dungeon here. Just serve yourself,” that man named Judeo replies. “Dude, we were under attack just now!” says Mike. “I know. And I'm also under attack at the moment,” replies Judeo, still busy with the online game on the computer. “See! Did you hear what he said?” “What? He is playing an online game,” replies Victor. “That’s it. We work for your dad, not for you. If you insist on living here, just make yourself comfortable. Don’t expect anyone to serve you here. And one thing else, you can’t just get in and out, like this is a playground. We have a protocol here, to make sure no one follow us to this place,” says Mike coldly. “Oh, okaay!” replies Victor with an awkward