Reborn Scumbag: Jizzing to the Top of the Music Empire and Hollywood Chapter 61 60: Trouble Knocks at the Door

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 shimred 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 sotis 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 sothing, 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 ssing 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 sothing dirty?

Robbie's hand suddenly slid across his chest, gently tugging at his collar, her voice sowhat spoiled: "Honey, what are you thinking about? You're ignoring ."

Leon smiled and whispered, "Nothing, just thinking this place is a bit too loud."

"Loud? How about we go sowhere hidden and find so fun..." Robbie's eyes instantly lit up, plotting so 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 sothing 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.

Imdiately 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?"

"Co over here quickly. While she's not here, I'll introduce you to so hot bitches!"

Hearing the word "bitch," Robbie, hiding under the bar counter, frowned and imdiately 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..."

"Co, 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 mont, 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 welco my good homie Leon to Los Angeles! Tonight, a bottle of Ace of Spades for every table, on my tab!"

The people around imdiately 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 sll 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 sothing 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 na 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 na.

His heart sank, and he called back imdiately.

After ringing a few tis, 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 soone is looking for trouble with you!"

"What's going on? Be clear!" Leon frowned.

"My new boyfriend heard soone 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 ss 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 outco probably wouldn't be too pretty.

Friction between rappers was all too normal, but if one side really got "checked," their reputation would plumt rapidly.

If he couldn't beco 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 sothing happen?" Robbie was pulled along sowhat reluctantly.