Given her knowledge of Leon, she recalled that he rarely showed a nervous expression.
Just as they walked to the door of the VIP room, 50 Cent caught a glimpse of Leon and shouted loudly, waving his hand: "Hey, Bro! Where are you going? The nightlife has just begun!"
Leon turned back and smiled, saying, "Something urgent came up. See you in New York next time, man."
"Come on, Bro! I know what your urgent business is..." 50 Cent stared at Robbie, winking frantically. "This is why I don't like having girlfriends."
"As long as you don't date women officially, you can have countless women."
Leon smiled, nodded, and said goodbye to 50 Cent. But just a few steps out, he ran headfirst into a group of nggas dressed weirdly.
They either had afros or dreadlocks;
Every inch of their exposed skin was covered in tattoos, even their faces were carved with twisted patterns.
Clearly eating burgers and drinking Coke every day in America, yet they were as skinny as their relatives far away in Africa.
Leon instantly understood that these were American "spiritual lads" (young hooligans).
They were looking for trouble with him!
"Hey, Street Jesus~ where are you going?" The dreadlocked Black guy in the lead danced around excitedly like a monkey.
Fxxk!
Leon cursed inwardly. It seemed he wouldn't be able to leave so easily today.
However, in the current situation, backing down was impossible. If he did, the "Satan of the music industry" image he had painstakingly built would collapse instantly.
But he couldn't be too aggressive in confronting them head-on either, or there would be a risk of eating bullets at any moment.
For these eighteen or nineteen-year-old nggas, going to prison was equivalent to going to college for further studies; it was a street experience worth bragging about for a lifetime.
While Leon was still thinking about the appropriate level of response, Robbie's temper was already uncontrollable.
She shouted at the group of nggas in front of her: "Fxxk off! Immediately!"
"What did you say, white girl?!"
"Look at her body, there must be a tempting peach under her stockings... even [Jesus] couldn't refuse~"
"Bitch, do you want to taste a Black man?"
The young Black guys stared at Robbie, constantly spewing lewd words while incessantly flashing gang signs like they had cerebral palsy.
Leon protected Robbie behind him, constantly glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye.
The moment he encountered this group of nggas, he had immediately asked the security personnel to notify 50 Cent and the others.
The Crip nggas were still constantly provoking with dirty language. Leon finally saw that robust black shadow out of the corner of his eye.
The time had come.
Wham—
Without any wind-up, Leon swung a punch directly and smashed it heavily onto the dreadlocked Black guy's face.
"Shxt... you white trash are crazy!" The dreadlocked guy covered the corner of his mouth; blood could clearly be seen seeping out.
Although Leon didn't have the beast-like physical fitness of 50 Cent, dealing with these rib-showing black monkeys was no problem.
Assuming the other side didn't pull a gun.
"Teach this kid a lesson! No one dares to mess with the Crips in Los Angeles!" The dreadlocked guy commanded his little brothers to charge while excitedly flashing gang signs, shouting: "Gang gang!"
Just as the Black guy charging at the front got close to Leon, he was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a large black hand.
His face turned purple instantly, and the immense force almost lifted him directly off the ground.
50 Cent, shirtless, stared like King Kong at the gang members in front of him. "Which block are you nggas from?"
The Crip members were instantly scared motionless. The dreadlocked guy recognized 50 Cent at a glance.
Growing up in Compton where gangs were everywhere, just being big couldn't scare him.
Everyone here understood a truth: when a bullet enters the heart, big guys and small guys die just as fast.
But the person standing in front of the dreadlocked guy now was 50 Cent. Leaving aside his fame as a rap mogul, just his record of surviving 9 gunshots...
Probably no second ruthless person as "bullet-resistant" as him could be found in all of Los Angeles.
Suppressing his fear, he said, "Bro, I didn't know you and this white kid were friends..."
"But I must tell you Chris is on his way. He wants to teach this kid a lesson."
"We are all West Coasters! We are family!"
50 Cent snorted coldly.
Who is family with you? I'm a proper old New York Queens native.
"You damn ngga dare to threaten me with Chris?"
"Is your brain broken?"
"Even if he shows up right now, the only thing he can do is Suck me!"
At this time, Kendrick and Phil also rushed to the scene of the conflict.
As soon as Kendrick saw the group of nggas in front of him, he couldn't help but cover his stomach and laugh. "You damn nggas dare to look for trouble here?"
"Poor bastards, can the outfits on your whole bodies added together afford a bottle of wine?"
Saying this, Kendrick's expression suddenly turned fierce. "Get lost! I can find out where every one of you lives, you know what I mean!"
These words instantly silenced the whole scene.
A group of broke young nggas would have run away long ago without Chris backing them up.
Kendrick had been mixing on the streets of Compton since he was 12. Now he was the most famous figure to come out of there since N.W.A.
Currently, the Compton Crip leader "Saint" Robinson was also running a record company, and he had made a killing off the fledging Kendrick.
Thinking of this, the young Crip members lost all their previous arrogance and were preparing to leave dejectedly.
Coincidentally, just at this time, Chris Brown also rushed over.
He just stepped out of his Lamborghini. Seeing 50 Cent with Leon, the smile on his face froze immediately.
The situation seemed a bit different from what he thought.
50 Cent shouted at Chris: "Chris! What are you standing there for!"
"Come here, I want to talk to you!"
Seeing his little brothers retreating dejectedly, Chris certainly didn't want to suffer such an obvious loss.
He fiercely flipped Leon the bird. "You won't be so lucky next time..."
After posturing, he immediately prepared to shrink back into the car and run.
It was too late to leave; he felt a chill near his head.
That was the touch of truth.
"Everyone freeze right there for this old lady!"
"You sons of bitches, Crip soft eggs!"
Leon was dumbfounded by this scene. Cardi B pulled out a Glock 17 from her panties.
Before anyone had time to react, she pressed the muzzle against Chris's head.
A large crowd of onlookers had already gathered outside the club. Many recognized Cardi B at a glance.
Undoubtedly, this incident would shake the rap circle tomorrow.
"WTF... this chick is just too hot..." 50 Cent almost drooled looking at Cardi's "big guns."
Leon was already satisfied with the result just now, but Cardi's actions were really a bit too extreme.
If someone called the police, she could very likely go to jail for this.
Leon shouted hurriedly: "Put the gun down, Cardi..."
"Ha~ this ngga knows fear now?" Cardi let out strange shrieks like a crazy person, tapping Chris's head with the gun handle.
No second person in the world could make that kind of strange noise except her.
"Put the gun away quickly, let's leave here."
Under Leon's repeated orders, Cardi finally put the gun away.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to bump Chris's head with her butt. The ngga who claimed to be a ruthless gangster was already scared out of his wits.
"Remember me~ if you want revenge, I'm in the Bronx!"
"Loser~"