America's Top Player

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Margot Robbie's pretty face became redder and redder under the influence of alcohol, and her movements became bolder and bolder.

Taking advantage of someone while drunk is animalistic, but being able to control oneself when faced with such a beautiful woman throwing herself at one's heart is even worse than an animal.

It is obvious that Leon is not much nobler than animals, but the current occasion is a little inappropriate.

There were more than just him and Robbie in the private room now. Not far away, T-ray was staring at him with his head tilted and a smirk on his face.

"Bro, you can just pretend I don't exist. I went through the same thing when I was young. Back then, one girl couldn't satisfy me at all~"

That being said, Leon knew in his heart that there was still a difference between humans and animals.

He said to Robbie, "Please calm down, Miss Robbie."

Robbie's pretty face, which was originally so white that it glowed, was flushed, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes. "I think I have a fever. I feel a little hot."

As she spoke, her "provocative" behavior escalated again.

Not only the white jade feet, but even the hands began to become restless, sliding down from Li Ang's waist little by little, heading straight for the dangerous triangle area.

Li Ang never thought that such a good thing would happen to him, a newcomer who had just escaped the quagmire of poverty, especially when the other party was a rising Hollywood star.

"I can't let this woman continue to act so willfully. I have to get out of here!"

His real worry was that even if he really wanted to have a friendly physical competition with Robbie, he couldn't do it in a place like this, and he couldn't let T-ray get the upper hand in vain.

After some consideration, Leon took Robbie's arm and put it on his shoulder, put his right arm around the other's soft waist, and staggered out of the club.

Robbie was already very drunk at this time, and Leon asked her many times but still couldn't get any information about her address from her.

It is not clear whether the other party does not want to say it or is really drunk and unconscious.

In desperation, he had to take a taxi to send Robbie to Phil's studio to spend the night there.

Fortunately, the security situation in Sheepshead Bay is good. If such a beautiful white girl were walking on the streets at midnight in Brownsville, her fate would probably not be much better than in India.

Both wealth and beauty are lost.

Leon knocked on the office door, and Phil cautiously stuck half of his head out, just in time to see Robbie leaning on Leon's chest with a dazed look in his eyes and mumbling.

"WTF? Li Ang, what do you think this place is? If you want to hire a prostitute, go downstairs. They're professional there."

As Phil spoke, he kept looking up and down at Robbie's Barbie-like beauty. Even he, who had seen the world, was amazed.

It turns out that no man in this world can resist big wavy blonde hair.

Although Robbie looks tall and well-proportioned, you only know how heavy she is when you actually hold her.

Leon took a lot of effort to throw the drunken Robbie onto the sofa, "This girl is really not light."

Looking at Robbie's chest heaving violently due to drunkenness and his muscular and strong thighs, everything seemed to have the answer.

Phil's shabby office is particularly lively tonight. The guests are not only Leon and Robbie, but also that hot-tempered little black girl Cardi B.

She was holding her cell phone and seemed to be chatting with someone, the content of the conversation was full of vulgar and obscene things.

"Cousin, don't cry. If that scumbag dares to use violence against you again, I will blow his head off with a double-barreled shotgun. I've always said that Mexican men are unreliable."

"Those Mexicans are not only tiny, but they also like to gank from behind. I've dated Mexicans and I know this very well."

"My inspiration lately is simply amazing! My record is going to be a huge hit once it's released! Then all those hundreds of scumbag ex-boyfriends of mine will regret it! Those damn scumbags!"

Leon, standing by Robbie's side, listened with fascination. Wasn't Cardi B the pure American spirited young lady? Phil had previously played some of Cardi B's demos for Leon, and the lyrics were roughly similar.

Male rappers love to brag about their wealth, gangster experiences, sports cars, and butts in their lyrics.

In fact, the content of black female rappers is similar, but Cardi B's lyrics are more extreme and unscrupulous.

Although she rarely flaunts her wealth, she particularly likes to show off her history of promiscuity.

For example, she often calls herself the most vulgar bitch in her lyrics, and seems to be very proud of this title. At the same time, she describes how she plays with men in bed in an extremely explicit way.

But these contents that clearly cross the line are welcomed by the American people.

In a society where entertainment is everything, the more something can challenge traditional social values and moral bottom lines, the more it conforms to the spirit of hip-hop music in their minds.

Li Ang couldn't help but sigh that Phil was indeed a veteran in the industry, and his eye for discovering new talent was indeed very sharp.

When inspiration strikes, Kadibi can frantically write a dozen songs while fiddling with his toys.

Those dirty inspirations were like an endless supply of crude oil, constantly bubbling out of her brain and tunnels.

This efficiency is much more efficient than the inspiration refresh mechanism.

If Cardi B hadn't been so short-sighted as to follow a poor Phil, she might have released an album and become an instant star.

Phil quickly pushed the chattering Cuddy aside, leaned against the wall with a glass of Jack Daniels in hand, and asked Leon, "How was the first performance?"

"You'll know tomorrow. The CD sales will tell."

Phil showed an excited expression, "I knew you were a rare treasure..."

Leon wanted to lie back on the sofa and relax, but since Robbie next to him took up almost all the space, he had to lift Robbie's muscular calves and press them on himself.

"You must take care of the T-ray issue. I don't want any trouble to arise in our subsequent cooperation."

"Especially that mad dog George, he always has the habit of solving problems with bullets."

Facing Leon's concerns, Phil seemed to have already made up his mind: "Don't worry, buddy, I can take everything you said into consideration."

"No matter how powerful George is, his power is limited to a small place like Brownsville. There are countless bigwigs in New York."

Leon nodded and said no more. There was no need to go into too much detail when communicating with an old fox like Phil.

Seeing that it was almost two in the morning, he got up and left Phil's office, and told Phil to call him when Robbie woke up.

The next morning, Li Ang, who was still hungover, was awakened by the continuous ringing of the phone.

Davis, Phil, T-ray
Almost everyone Leon knew called him.

"What's going on here?"

Just then the cell phone rang again. This was the third call from T-RAY.

"Fuck! I thought you died in that tunnel with that white girl last night! Hurry up and pull up your pants and come to see me at the office!"

T-ray was agitated on the other end of the line, but Leon was still confused. "What happened, man? Why did I wake up feeling like the whole world was looking for me?"

"You've become a huge star, bro! Your performance last night won over everyone present, including many industry professionals."

(End of this chapter)