Leon leaned back on the sofa, nodding absentmindedly to the music amidst the surrounding haze of alcohol and smoke.
Robbie's beautiful black-stockinged legs were rubbing against him, her drunken eyes sparking with fire, gaze dripping with desire.
The shiny black stockings shimmered with deadly highlights. This shiny nylon material was the flagship product of the Evil Angel brand.
It could further amplify the advantages of a woman's curves!
Phil held a pile of Ace of Spades champagne in his arms, waving them excitedly in the air.
"Look, this is what I call fcking life!" Phil laughed loudly and said to Leon, "Don't be so serious, man... Everyone craves career and money, but sometimes you need to stop and enjoy life."
Robbie leaned on Leon's shoulder and said coquettishly, "I won't see you tomorrow, let's go crazy tonight."
Leon wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked by softness.
The taste of alcohol and sweetness rushed straight to his soul.
After the passion, Leon fell into a trance. He wasn't averse to the indulgence and revelry before him.
What's the point of messing with capitalism if you don't know how to enjoy it?
He was just worried that excessive indulgence would numb his nerves.
Especially seeing 50 Cent's high-profile style of doing things, he felt a faint sense of unease.
Would Chris Brown take this opportunity to pull something dirty?
Robbie's hand suddenly slid across his chest, gently tugging at his collar, her voice somewhat spoiled: "Honey, what are you thinking about? You're ignoring me."
Leon smiled and whispered, "Nothing, just thinking this place is a bit too loud."
"Loud? How about we go somewhere hidden and find some fun..." Robbie's eyes instantly lit up, plotting some mischievous idea.
Robbie pulled Leon's wrist, and the two arrived next to the liquor cabinet in the private booth.
"How about here?"
"WTF, here?!"
Leon's jaw almost dropped. This place was indeed a cover, but the height of the mini-bar only reached his waist.
"Stand here and don't move. I'm going to perform a little magic." As she spoke, a blush jumped onto Robbie's cheeks.
Seeing her wicked smile, Leon felt something was wrong.
Swish—
He suddenly felt a chill.
Robbie had already squatted down.
Soon the two were connected, although the interface wasn't perfectly matched.
Immediately after, a searing sensation reached straight to his soul.
Leon felt like he was in the center of a vortex, hard-controlled and unable to move.
"Damn... enough, Robbie, really enough."
His mouth said no, but his body was very honest.
Leon stood there without daring to move an inch, afraid of being discovered.
Kendrick, who was already drunk as mud, suddenly looked in Leon's direction, making him instantly nervous.
"Bro~ what are you doing over there?"
"Eh... where did Robbie go?"
"Come over here quickly. While she's not here, I'll introduce you to some hot bitches!"
Hearing the word "bitch," Robbie, hiding under the bar counter, frowned and immediately increased the intensity of her attack.
Leon's legs trembled, and he almost fell over.
"Bro, why does your face look weird?"
"Nothing, just too tired these days..."
"Come, let's have a toast, to our great collaboration!" Kendrick raised his glass.
Leon looked around in a trance. He was currently under a petrification spell cast by a demoness; how could he get a drink?
Robbie smiled wickedly again, quietly fished out a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the bottom of the cabinet, poured a drink, and handed it to Leon.
"Cheers! East and West Coast forever!"
"Cheers..."
At this moment, no one noticed that 50 Cent, who was already dead drunk, staggered out of the private booth.
He went to the center of the dance floor and viciously pushed the people around him off the floor.
Seeing that it was such a muscular gangsta ngga, no one dared to say a word.
50 Cent took off his shirt, stood in the center of the dance floor, and yelled loudly, "I'm 50 Cent! Y'all know who the fiercest ngga on the West Coast is!"
The thunderous music in the bar completely drowned out 50 Cent's voice, and not many people interacted with him.
The DJ didn't stop this situation either.
After all, this was Los Angeles. It wasn't unheard of for celebrities to get drunk, pull out guns, and shoot in anger.
Watching celebrities' impromptu drunken performances was also an important reason why guests here paid big money to book booths.
"To welcome my good homie Leon to Los Angeles! Tonight, a bottle of Ace of Spades for every table, on my tab!"
The people around immediately cheered. Models squeezed frantically to 50 Cent's side, waving champagne and glasses in their hands.
None of the guests here lacked money for a bottle of wine; it was mainly because the atmosphere was hyped up just right.
Kendrick looked out at the dance floor interacting with 50 Cent, jumping to the rhythm of the music. The entire booth was filled with the mixed smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed.
Just then, Leon finished up as well, pulling Robbie hurriedly out from behind the mini-bar.
Kendrick pointed suspiciously at the corner of Robbie's mouth. "Robbie, there seems to be something there..."
Robbie's face turned completely red instantly, and she quickly wiped it with her hand. "Nothing there, you ngga are just drunk and seeing things!"
Ever since hearing 50 Cent shouting his name loudly on the dance floor, Leon felt increasingly uneasy.
Suddenly his phone vibrated. Taking it out, he saw a missed call notification displaying Cardi B's name.
His heart sank, and he called back immediately.
After ringing a few times, the call finally connected.
"Hey, BOSS, where are you?!" Cardi's voice was a bit urgent.
"At the club, Hollywood North Highland Avenue, with Kendrick and the others." Leon lowered his voice.
"You need to be careful!" Cardi let out a strange laugh and said, "I just heard someone is looking for trouble with you!"
"What's going on? Be clear!" Leon frowned.
"My new boyfriend heard someone is looking for trouble with you. A group of young punks from the Compton Crips are looking for you everywhere!"
"I'll be there right away! Anyone who dares to mess with my boss better be ready to eat bullets!" Cardi's voice wasn't nervous at all; in fact, she sounded excited.
"WTF..."
Leon gripped the phone tightly. He understood this was Chris Brown's revenge on him.
Although most of the conflict between the two had been wars of words, and the possibility of a fatality wasn't high...
If he really got caught by the other party in Los Angeles, his outcome probably wouldn't be too pretty.
Friction between rappers was all too normal, but if one side really got "checked," their reputation would plummet rapidly.
If he couldn't become a "tough guy" in the eyes of the audience, he wouldn't be qualified to stand in the circle.
Leon put down his glass, turned to look at the noisy crowd in the booth, and knew he had to leave quickly.
"Okay, I understand." He finished speaking and hung up the phone.
Seeing Leon's expression turn serious, Robbie asked softly, "What's wrong, honey?"
"We have to go." Leon answered simply, then stood up, pulling her towards the door.
"Why? Did something happen?" Robbie was pulled along somewhat reluctantly.