Reborn Scumbag: Jizzing to the Top of the Music Empire and Hollywood Chapter 86 84: I Know Some People in Mexico

After the performance ended, the scene was still imrsed in a disco atmosphere.

Cheers and applause rose and fell intertwined.

Robbie put down the microphone and jumped directly into Leon's embrace. The heat of the scene was pushed to the climax.

Taylor hurriedly took out her phone to record this sweet mont for her best friend.

Only one person's state on the scene was out of place with everyone else. Chris Brown had been fiddling with his phone ever since Leon's performance started, chatting with soone unknown.

And his every move happened to be noticed by the sharp Ariana.

She quickly tugged at Cardi B, who had been whistling beside her. "Hey Cardi! Turn around and look at that guy... he's been staring at us from the beginning."

"What?!"

Cardi turned around abruptly and indeed saw Chris covering his phone with his hand, his gaze jumping back and forth between her and Leon.

And Chris was also startled by this sudden look back.

As a "dostic violence expert" famous throughout Arica, he never imagined that one day he would be intimidated by a woman.

People have stress reactions to trauma.

For example, if bullied when very young, even after gaining strength as an adult, one would still have a trace of fear towards the bully.

This sign indicates that humans, like animals, can be dosticated by the whip.

The plantations all over Arica 160 years ago were a "great" experint in human dostication.

Cardi shouted angrily directly: "You son of a bitch, why are you staring at this old lady!"

"Do you still want to kiss my ass?"

Chris's expression twisted, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He flipped her the bird backhandedly.

It was this gesture that instantly ignited the powder keg.

Cardi B took off her high heels and threw them fiercely at Chris, swinging the sharp heels.

Where had Ariana and Taylor seen such an operation? They covered their mouths, their faces full of astonishnt.

Chris hurriedly dodged, but was still a step too slow.

The high heel grazed his brow bone, leaving a shallow cut.

This scene shocked Ariana imnsely. She hurriedly dissuaded: "Cardi, calm down quickly!"

"We can't cause trouble on such an important occasion!"

At this ti, Cardi had entered combat mode, every female cell in her body burning.

While struggling free, she shouted, "Let go of , Little A! Let go of quickly!"

"Shxt! I don't care where this is. Even if it's on Capitol Hill, I'm going to teach him a good lesson!"

Phil and Ariana held onto Cardi's clothes tightly, so much so that no one noticed the seal on her chest was completely released.

Taylor's eyes almost popped out of her head in shock. Growing up in a highly educated family, where had she seen such a scene?

Fortunately, almost everyone was still imrsed in Robbie's wonderful performance just now, so this conflict didn't attract the attention of the whole venue.

Otherwise, it would definitely be big news occupying the entertainnt headlines tomorrow.

Reacting from his confusion, Chris chose to slip away quickly.

He understood that if a fight broke out here, he might not gain any advantage from this crazy woman in front of him.

Before leaving, Chris revealed a sinister smile. He pointed in Leon's direction and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Fxxk! Are you threatening my boss?!"

Cardi B got fired up again and was about to take off the other high heel on the spot, but Chris had already slipped away.

Leon held Robbie's hand and returned to his seat wearing the black hoodie from the performance.

When he saw Cardi B's "big guns" exposed to the air, and Phil's hand landing right on the edge of the minefield...

His smile froze instantly.

"WTF..."

"What the hell are you guys doing?"

"This is the Arican Music Awards ceremony... it's a live broadcast!"

Phil hurriedly withdrew his hand. Cardi, on the other hand, didn't care about her disheveled clothes at all and recounted what just happened to Leon.

"You an he was on the phone with soone all the ti?"

"Yes! Little A saw it all!" Cardi B pointed at Ariana.

She blinked her big watery eyes and nodded. "Yes... I heard Chris on the phone with soone."

"He also ntioned a gun..."

Hearing this word, Leon beca alert instantly.

The award ceremony had entered its final stage at this ti. The host was announcing Justin Bieber as the Artist of the Year.

"We have to leave here imdiately..."

Leon knew very well that judging from Chris's past misdeeds, he was very likely to call a group of gang hooligans to teach him a lesson like last ti.

The difference was, this ti there was a high probability he would carry a gun!

Although Chris was only one year older than Leon, he debuted as early as 16. Looking at his singing career, there were always violent conflicts.

Both parties were public figures. Chris might not really have soone shoot, but falling into his hands probably wouldn't end well.

Maybe like the "club conflict incident" last ti, he would be recorded in a humiliating video and put online.

To prevent others from being implicated, Leon asked them to leave in Taylor's car, while he returned to the hotel alone in the stretch Lincoln.

This arrangent was imdiately t with strong protest from Robbie.

Leon was worried that arguing further would very likely miss the best ti to leave, so he had to agree helplessly.

As the Lincoln got closer and closer to the Beverly Hills Four Seasons Hotel where they were staying, his suspended heart finally relaxed.

"Fxxk... going on like this will cause big problems sooner or later."

Leon realized he must find a way to completely resolve the conflict with Chris.

Los Angeles being the entertainnt capital of Arica, he didn't want to be on tenterhooks every ti he ca here.

Just as he was imrsed in thinking about counterasures, Robbie quietly lowered the curtain between the cockpit and the rear row.

"Don't think about those bad things, honey. Chris doesn't have that much guts."

"You don't know how happy I am today! A few months ago, I never dread I could perform at the Arican Music Awards!"

As she spoke, Robbie turned over and sat on Leon's lap.

With a wicked smile on her face, cheeks flushed.

The tight latex suit outlined perfect curves, and the friction against the skin had a unique tactile sensation.

"Don't be impatient, baby, we'll be at the hotel soon."

"No, I can't wait anymore, honey."

"Now?" Leon looked at Robbie's blurry eyes and knew that this little alcoholic was probably drunk again.

Whenever she got drunk, she disregarded the occasion.

Robbie pointed to the curtain of the driver's cab. "No one will see..."

Leon could only smile bitterly. "That's just a piece of cloth; it's not soundproof at all!"

Before he could finish, his mouth was blocked.

Reason was being disintegrated layer by layer.

"Fxxk... stop, Robbie!"

"We'll be at the hotel in a mont!"

At this ti, Robbie's head couldn't hold any sounds.

She stared at Leon while unsealing the latex suit, her gaze dripping with desire.

"These clothes are too inconvenient..."

Reaching this level, dopamine defeated Leon's reason.

He disregarded everything else, flipping over to pin her shoulders down.

Witnessed by the neon lights outside the car window, this great battle ended faster than any ti before.

Leon pulled up his pants while panting heavily. The car would arrive at the Four Seasons Hotel after passing two blocks.

Just as he was hugging Robbie intimately, a white Chevrolet suddenly pulled up alongside the Lincoln.

"Bad!"

Leon realized sothing was wrong.

Through the car window, he saw the Chevrolet's window completely open.

In the front passenger seat was a Black man wearing a tight vest and covered in flashy tattoos.

And Chris Brown was sitting in the back row smiling at him.

"Shxt..." Leon imdiately instructed the driver to floor the gas pedal.

But the heavy stretch Lincoln couldn't shake off the Chevrolet no matter what.

When the two cars pulled up alongside again, Chris shouted in Leon's direction: "Stop the car quickly, you white trash!"

"Let's have a good talk... talk like n, solve the problem between us the street way."

"Leon! I say again, stop the car!"

"Or wait to eat bullets!"

In this situation, Leon wouldn't let the driver stop no matter what he said.

This crazy Black man dared to play car chase scenes like in action movies; what else would he scruple?

"Faster! Faster!"

Leon pressed Robbie under him, close to his danger zone.

Afraid that Chris would really shoot at them.

Robbie shouted anxiously under him: "Be careful, honey!"

But fortunately, they were only a few hundred ters away from the Four Seasons Hotel now.

No matter how crazy Chris was, he couldn't possibly shoot at the Beverly Hills Four Seasons Hotel full of celebrities and wealthy businessn!

Bang bang—

The gun really went off.

Chris instructed the gang mber in the passenger seat to fire two shots into the sky, while he laughed loudly and fild with his phone.

Recording this satisfying mont of revenge.

"Hahaha, you look so cute fleeing in panic~"

"Soon everyone will know your true face, you damn faker!"

"Never let catch you in Los Angeles! I an never!"

Seeing that the Lincoln Leon was in was about to reach the Four Seasons Hotel, Chris also signaled the driving Black man to give up the chase.

His goal had been achieved.

Although the video he shot had no beginning or end, just posting it on social networks with a fierce text would be enough to make fans climax.

By then, onlookers all over Arica would know that the Street Jesus of Brownsville was scared into fleeing in panic in Los Angeles.

"Fxxk!"

The Lincoln stopped at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Not until confirming the surroundings were completely safe did Leon rush into the hotel hugging Robbie under the driver's cover.

In the hotel lobby, all mbers of Apocalypse Music were waiting anxiously.

Cardi B was the first to ask: "Boss, you should be fine, right? That Black man only dares to talk; he doesn't dare to ss around!"

Leon rolled his eyes at Cardi, asked the waiter for a glass of whiskey, and gulped it down.

Shots were fired, and you call that not daring to ss around?

Hearing about Leon and Robbie's experience just now, everyone was shocked.

The two sides originally just had an ordinary war of words, later escalating to on-site conflict, and finally completely evolving into an online spit war and DISS war...

This is a routine operation among rappers.

But reaching the point of firing guns changed the nature completely. Such intense conflict between public figures has been rare in the new millennium.

This kind of thing is now only common among underground rap groups.

"Ha~ this damn Black man relies on knowing so small characters in Los Angeles... I'll go teach him a lesson right now!"

Saying this, Cardi B reached for her waist, only to realize she didn't bring a gun on this trip to Los Angeles.

Ariana whispered from the side, "Why don't we call the police... this is simply too crazy."

Hearing this, Phil stopped her imdiately. "Are you kidding? If we call the police, Leon will be treated as a snitch! This is absolutely not okay!"

In the Arican music circle, especially the rap circle, there is a very special phenonon.

No matter how intense the conflict between two parties is, once soone chooses to call the police, they will be labeled as a villain, snitch, etc.

And once labeled with these, their favorability in the hearts of fans will be quickly exhausted.

Although Leon wasn't a rapper, his current popularity was maintained by his street persona and "black traffic."

"When we get back to the Bronx, I'll call my Bloods homies and bring AR-15 rifles to Los Angeles to find him!"

"Chris, this bastard, doesn't understand what a real gangsta is!"

Just as the group was expressing their views on this incident, Leon's phone suddenly rang.

The caller turned out to be Jay-Z.

As the true godfather of the East Coast and P. Diddy's big brother, he knew about this conflict almost imdiately.

He demanded that Leon and Chris stop the conflict under P. Diddy's diation.

Upon hearing this news, Phil was the first to realize sothing was wrong. "Fxxk! This is not fair at all..."

"Chris has known Diddy since he was 15. I even suspect there is so special relationship between them!"

Leon agreed with this.

In 2004, the fledging Chris signed with Jive Records only under Diddy's recomndation.

Otherwise, this company, which was once glorious in the early millennium and signed big nas like Backstreet Boys and NSYNC, wouldn't have looked at a 15-year-old kid.

If Diddy diated their grudge, Leon certainly wouldn't get any advantage.

He could guess with his toes that Chris would bring a large group of gang mbers to boost his montum.

Then, under Diddy's partiality, humiliate him severely.

Just when things fell into a deadlock and the unfavorable situation seed irreversible, Aisha, the financial executive who always had a low presence, spoke up.

She didn't attend the awards ceremony with Leon and the others but had been waiting at the hotel.

But just this transparent person shocked everyone with her first sentence.

Only then did everyone rember she was xican.

"This matter isn't that complicated at all... I know so friends in xico."

Hearing this, Leon almost instinctively thought of xican criminal groups.

Unlike the petty Black gangs, those were a group of truly cold-blooded and cruel characters.

With the relaxation of the Democratic Party's border policy, the number of xicans and Latin Arican immigrants flooding into the United States through the southern border hit record highs every year.

Among them were many mbers of criminal organizations; so even ca with missions.

The mission was to seize the US market for the drug cartels they served.

Thinking of this, Leon shook his head. "You don't an the damn drug cartels, do you... I don't want to have anything to do with those people."

"It has nothing to do with drug cartels... To deal with those Black people, it's completely unnecessary."

"Have you heard of the [Latin Kings] gang? Their favorite thing to do is to deal with those Black people who like to cause trouble everywhere."

"Just give them so money, and they will be willing to do anything."

"They will serve you with the best service, just like Berkshire Hathaway treats its shareholders."