Chris Brown dropped his trash talk and walked away, seemingly uninterested in even stepping into a VIP booth full of "nobodies."
"Was that a threat?" Leon shrugged, looking amused.
"Ignore him, bro. That nr is crazy. If he tries anything, I won't let him get away with it!"
Leon smiled but didn't say anything. He knew perfectly well that T-Ray was all bark and no bite.
During the little friction just now, T-Ray—who always claimed to be a gangster—chose silence. Only after Chris left did he suddenly puff up his chest again.
Chris Brown, on the other hand, was actually from the streets. Unlike a "greaseball" like T-Ray, Chris had violence in his DNA. Even among gang members, he was known as a hothead.
Before he even debuted, he had multiple charges related to gang violence. After getting famous, the trouble didn't stop—he was constantly getting sued for bar fights.
Not to mention, he famously beat his ex-girlfriend Rihanna over trivial arguments. The pop princess, who shone so brightly on stage, was allegedly beaten like a spinning top by Chris.
No matter how you looked at it, Chris was the "ultimate" gangster—fighting enemies on the streets and beating women at home.
Just then, the door to the VIP booth swung open, and a blonde beauty walked in.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a smile brighter than the sun—so bright it felt like it could burn you if you looked too long.
Leon stared at the stranger, momentarily stunned. It was like Barbie herself had come to life.
"Mr. Leon, your performance just now was incredible! Compared to you, Chris is sht!"
"You are a true artist!"
The blonde walked up to Leon and extended her hand. Her body scent was intoxicating, like she had been marinated in expensive perfume.
"Thank you for the compliment... May I ask who you are, miss?"
"I'm Margot Robbie. An actress from Hollywood."
Hollywood actress?
Leon searched his memory for a while but came up blank.
He naturally assumed she was just another pretty face trying to make it in Tinseltown.
At that moment, Kendrick Lamar entered the booth. "Bro~ Robbie is my friend. She absolutely loved your performance. She couldn't wait to come say hi."
He leaned in and whispered in Leon's ear, "Robbie even wanted to be one of your backup dancers. That stage design was brilliant."
Kendrick nudged Leon with his elbow, grinning mischievously.
A Hollywood actress in a thong twerking on stage?
The image was too beautiful; Leon didn't dare imagine it.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you—Robbie is about to blow up. The movie she's filming right now is with Leonardo DiCaprio."
"She's the female lead!"
"What? Are you serious, man?"
Kendrick's introduction made Leon instantly respect this exquisite, Barbie-like woman.
Being the female lead in a Leo movie meant stardom was just a matter of time, even if she was unknown right now.
Plus, Leon fully believed that with her looks and fiery personality, Robbie would definitely set Hollywood on fire.
Thinking that the woman in front of him was a future superstar, Leon immediately turned on the charm.
"Miss Robbie, it's an honor to meet you. You are the most dazzling woman here tonight."
"Really?"
"Really. Even if Angelina Jolie were here, she'd pale in comparison to you!"
"I feel like you're not telling the truth..." Margot Robbie frowned and pouted.
Leon felt helpless. He thought no woman could resist his sweet talk, but apparently, it didn't work on Robbie.
He also noticed a blind spot: ever since he got the "Grifter" Tag, his lies were easily believed, but when he told the truth, people instinctively thought he was lying.
Is this some kind of passive buff from the Tag?
Whatever. Truth and lies were for fools to worry about.
In America, whoever holds the gun and the gold decides the truth.
Leon walked up to Margot with two glasses. "I'm a man who cannot tell a lie. You look as perfect as a human Barbie."
"Care for a drink?"
Robbie smiled sweetly, taking the glass. "I think we should sit down and chat. I'm very curious about life in the ghetto..."
Seeing Robbie about to drink, Kendrick tensed up immediately. He rushed over and whispered frantically in Leon's ear, "Bro, letting Robbie touch alcohol is asking for trouble..."
"Why? Is she allergic? Can't handle her liquor?"
"Neither... she can drink half a bottle of whiskey by herself."
Leon looked at Robbie's pretty face with interest. He didn't peg this girl as a heavy drinker.
"Then why stop her?... Don't worry, I'm a gentleman. I won't do anything to Miss Robbie."
Kendrick sighed, looking dead serious. "I'm afraid of what she'll do to you..."
WTF?
Leon was shocked. Could this human Barbie be more of a degenerate than me?
"Let's have a toast~ To your perfect debut!"
"Cheer—"
Before Leon could finish the word, Robbie had already downed half the glass of hard liquor in one gulp.
Whiskey glasses usually hold about 300ml. Even the hardcore alcoholics on the street rarely chugged half a glass like that.
Robbie puffed out her chest, a drop of liquor still on her lip. Under her black V-neck dress, her ample curves seemed ready to burst out.
She leaned her exquisite face close to Leon's, close enough to feel each other's breath, and said playfully, "Your turn~"
"Uh..."
Leon looked at the liquor in his glass, hesitant. It seemed he might not be able to out-drink Robbie.
But a man can't say he can't, especially not now. After a moment of hesitation, he downed his drink too.
Kendrick watched this scene with a helpless expression, waved his hand, and left the booth. "Bro, I warned you."
Robbie's offensive pace was fast. After a few rounds, Leon was already feeling slightly buzzed.
Robbie, on the other hand, had turned into a cute little drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, and she stared at Leon with misty eyes as she spilled Hollywood tea.
"You know, Leonardo is a total pervert. He's tried to get handsy with me on set more than once~"
"That guy's girlfriends could fill a calendar. He wants to sleep with every woman he meets."
"Angelina Jolie was the mistress in Brad Pitt's last marriage... she did whatever it took to possess him!"
"Fk, Hollywood is even worse than I thought."
Leon agreed with that. The darkness hidden beneath the glamorous surface of the entertainment industry was beyond the audience's imagination.
Just as their conversation was getting heated, Leon suddenly felt a strange sensation on his lower body.
"WTF!"
Startled, he looked down, only to see a scene he hadn't dared to dream of.
Margot Robbie, the rising Hollywood star, had kicked off her high heels. With her bare, fair foot, she was intentionally—or perhaps unintentionally—rubbing against his danger zone.
The perfect curve of her arch was enough to make a man explode.
Leon finally understood what Kendrick's warning meant.