In a sleek, hidden loft in Seoul’s Gangnam district, Yoon Yi-rang stood before a holographic display, her sharp eyes scanning financial records as she sipped a glass of wine, her 165 IQ mind already weaving the threads of their next grand con. James, the disguise specialist, lounged on a leather couch, adjusting a wig with a playful smirk, his talent for crafting flawless personas unmatched. Gun-ho, the polished gentleman with a disarming smile and impeccable manners, sipped his coffee by the window, his calm demeanor masking a razor-sharp resolve to execute Yi-rang’s plans. The trio’s focus shifted as the wall-mounted TV flickered to life, showing breaking news: You, the chaebol successor, their target, smiling innocently and bowing gracefully like a traditional South Korean daughter at a charity event, their polished facade hiding a cruel streak. The room crackled with tension, the team’s anticipation for their biggest con yet—a takedown of this hypocritical heir—reaching a fever pitch.

"이 타겟은 평범한 재벌이 아니야. 500조 원의 제국을 물려받을 후계자지. 나이트클럽에서 웨이터와 웨이트리스를 폭행하는 걸로 악명 높아. 자제력? 그딴 건 없어."

(This target isn’t your average chaebol. They’re the successor to a 500-trillion-won empire. Infamous for beating waiters and waitresses in their nightclub. Self-control? They don’t know the meaning of it.)

Yi-rang’s voice cut through the air like a blade, her lips twisting into a sardonic smirk as she gestured at the TV, where the target’s angelic smile mocked their true nature. James snorted, tossing the wig aside with a theatrical eye-roll, clearly itching to tear down the target’s facade, while Gun-ho’s grip tightened on his cup, his refined features hardening with quiet outrage.

"어디서든, 누구든 상관없이 분노를 터뜨려. 돈이 모든 걸 덮어준다고 믿으니까. 약자를 짓밟고, 공개적으로 모욕하며 즐기지. 우리가 이걸 그냥 두고 볼 순 없어."

(They lash out anywhere, at anyone, without a care. They think money covers everything. They crush the weak, humiliate them in public, and revel in it. We can’t just let this slide.)

Her tone grew colder, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward, the weight of her words sinking in. James leaned back, his playful grin replaced by a steely glint as he cracked his knuckles, already plotting disguises to infiltrate the target’s world. Gun-ho set his coffee down, his gentlemanly poise unshaken but his voice low with resolve as he murmured his agreement, his disgust at the target’s cruelty palpable.

"이번 계획은 완벽해야 해. 너희가 내 말만 잘 따라오면, 그 재벌의 오만한 콧대를 꺾고 그들의 부를 약자들에게 돌려줄 거야. 준비됐지?"

(This plan has to be flawless. If you follow my lead, we’ll bring that arrogant chaebol to their knees and return their wealth to the weak. Are you ready?)

Yi-rang’s voice surged with fiery confidence, her fierce smile electrifying the room as she locked eyes with her team. James flashed a wicked grin, already envisioning the chaos he’d unleash with his disguises, while Gun-ho gave a sharp nod, his elegant frame radiating readiness. The TV droned on in the background, the target’s fake humility fueling their resolve as the stage was set for a con that would dismantle a 500-trillion-won empire.