Night slowly drew its curtain, as if keeping a thousand secrets yet to be revealed. Inside the hidden room left behind by Hwang, Jung Kok placed an old file in front of Jung Joon.
"Read it yourself," said Jung Kok, his tone heavy and firm.
Jung Joon slowly opened the file. The name on the first page made his heart nearly stop: Min – Special Surveillance Subject since 2007.
He said nothing. A long silence filled the space between them. Only the sound of their heartbeats echoed in their ears.
"This isn't about who's right or wrong anymore, Joon," Jung Kok said calmly but with fire. "It's about who we've trusted all this time."
Jung Joon closed the file slowly. His face was blank, but his eyes held a storm.
"You think I was never suspicious?" Jung Joon whispered. "I just didn't think he was in that deep."
They looked at each other. For the first time in a long while, there was no fire between them. Only the same wound.
"We keep up the act," Jung Joon proposed. "If we want to take down the shadows, we have to become darker than the night itself."
Elsewhere, Min stood before a large screen showing reports from his operatives. Something felt off.
"Jung Joon and Jung Kok... they've barely been in conflict lately," reported one of his spies.
Min furrowed his brow. His fingers tapped the table to the rhythm of his racing thoughts.
"If they dare to conspire behind my back... this is no longer a game. This is war," he said softly but with menace.
He ordered his spies to track the Jung brothers' every move.
Meanwhile, Rina and Hana moved undetected. Rina, disguised as a data buyer, set up a fake meeting with one of Min's underlings.
"I just want to see how far they'll go to sell the truth," she said coldly, flashing a fake smile.
Hana was at a secret base, handling secure communications. She ensured all their strategies remained within undetectable channels.
The two of them were the silent shield behind the Jung brothers' movement.
In another hidden compartment within an old file, Jung Kok discovered a voice recording — their father's voice, Hwang.
"If Min's gone too deep, only you two can clean this up. But don't let yourselves become like him."
The recording was short, but carried weight. Both Jung Kok and Jung Joon's expressions hardened. Their father's voice rekindled a shared resolve that had long been separated.
Back at Hwang's old base, the walls once adorned with symbols of old power had been changed.
A new symbol emerged — the result of two legacies united: one of strength, one of forgiveness. In front of it, Jung Kok stood with Jung Joon.
"This isn't about father anymore," Jung Kok said softly, eyes fixed on the symbol. "It's about us..."
And the old shadows began to crumble, one by one.