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The scene changes to the taxi. Vincenzo is sitting on the ground with the car's support.
"Well, your condition is not so good," Vittorio says to Vincenzo who glares at him.
"His meals must have been salty. I didn't even ask him to drink it. He just drank on his own. Hey, didn't I tell you, when I saw him at the airport, I knew he was loaded." A man says checking Vincenzo's wallet.
"Gosh, this is a designer bag too." The taxi driver says who was checking Vincenzo's bag. He notices an envelope. "Wait. What's this?" He asks and takes out the money. They start hitting each other in excitement and happiness.
"Holy shit."
Vincenzo was getting angrier by what was happening and made a mental note to kill these punks once, he is out of this theatre.
"Hey." The man points at Vincenzo's watch. "Look at his watch." He takes it out. "If this is authentic, it will cost over 100 million won."
"And... they hit a jackpot," Vittorio commented.
"Hey. It can't be a knockoff, right?" The taxi driver asks.
Vincenzo scoffed at this.
"Gosh, no way." The man says in disbelief.
"Right? Right." The taxi driver says while checking through his stuff.
"Look at his style. He would never wear a fake watch. Hey. He even smells really good." The man says while sniffling Vincenzo's scent.
Vincenzo was now horrified while Vittorio was trying to contain his laughter.
"Really? Find his cologne too." The driver says while Vincenzo gets his consciousness back. he coughs.
"Finally, you got up. I thought you were gonna be unconscious for the whole time," Vittorio says and was going to continue but his brother's deadly stare sealed his lips.
"You are up." The man says. He looks at them in confusion.
"Who are you guys?" He asks.
"Us? We are what you think we are." The taxi driver says.
Some of them gasped at this statement thinking it was a bit cool.
"Seriously?"
"Gosh, that sounded so cool." They shake each other's hands in a cool manner.
This time Vittorio scoffed.
"Cool, my ass. You fucking robbers!" Vittorio muttered.
"I told you, you were talented."
"Drop the beat." The other man kicks Vincenzo and he loses his conscience once again.
Vincenzo sighs and knowing that his future self has been robbed very badly.
