The swan is a stepping stone to meet the monk
Go to Kwak Cheolyong’s gambling house and sweep the money away
Normally, if you were a gangster, you’d end your life here
Kwak Cheol-yong invited them to see their faces 
He gambled with Park Moo-seok, whom Kwak Cheol-yong trusted the most
The swan’s trick led Park Moo-seok to fight for fraudulent gambling
If you were a gangster, you’d end your life here for the second time
But Kwak Cheol-yong was merciful
I asked him if he wanted to come under me
The gangster, Kwak Cheol-yong, proposed casting for the guy who was trying to kill his own people because he was short of money at his gambling house
From here on out, he’s an extraordinary human being
But here, Goni blew out a famous line 
How can a wolf get into an ant?
How can you be spiteful with less than a billion dollars?
I like this money, but I’ll use it
If I were you, I would have been a swan off the coast of Incheon
But the police force closed the case 
Kwak Cheol-yong is trying to relieve his stress
Meeting Hwalan, who he truly loves
When Hwarang was scared, she promoted herself
I’m not an ordinary gangster. I’m afraid one out of a hundred people will come out. I’m a business owner of my own business. Please
But Hwarang refused
He said he has a pure heart and showed his sweet side 
I gave hope and opportunity to Park Moo-seok, asking him if he was confident to beat them
If you lose one more time, you’ll be a dead body
Giving one more chance to employees who trust and follow themselves
But there were Hwarangs and flirting swans here
After that, Kwak Cheol-yong gambled that he couldn’t even do 
This scene
The operator does not gamble, but he has dedicated his love to the gallery,
Kwak Cheol-yong, who couldn’t see just the swan who was flirting,
We’ll go double and lose 500 million won in two
Kill Park Moo Seok who betrayed like glasses jab
But never killed a swan
He succeeded in using the orchid to bring it to his side
He drove to the collapsed Mapo Bridge to introduce him to his workplace
Murdered by Goni 
After hearing the news of Kwak Cheol-yong’s funeral, a cold-blooded monk ran to me
For about a second, I’ll hold a silent prayer and throw flowers
Kwak Cheol-yong, who died at the sound of revenge, jokingly asked if he was his father
a respectable figure among a number of gangsters and gamblers 
It was Kwak Cheol-yong, the romantic macho itself