America's Top Player

Chapter 61 Strong
Based on her understanding of Li Ang, she had the impression that he rarely showed a nervous expression.

As he reached the door of the private room, 50 Cent caught sight of Leon, waved, and shouted, "Hey, Bro! Where are you going? The nightlife has just begun!"

Li Ang turned around and smiled, saying, "Something urgent. See you next time in New York, buddy."

"Come on, Bro! I understand what your pressing matter is." 50 Cent winked at Robbie furiously. "This is why I don't like having a girlfriend."

"As long as you don't have a formal relationship with a woman, you can have as many women as you want."

Li Ang smiled and nodded as he said goodbye to 50 Cent. However, he had only taken a few steps when he ran into a group of men in strange costumes.

Some of them have Afros or dreadlocks;

Every inch of exposed skin was covered in tattoos, and even his face was carved with twisted patterns.

They eat hamburgers and Coke every day in America, but they are as thin as their relatives in Africa.

Li Ang instantly understood that these were a group of young men with American spirit.

They are looking for trouble of their own!
"Hey, Street Jesus~ Where are you going?" The black guy with dreadlocks in the lead was dancing excitedly like a monkey.

Fxxk!

Li Ang cursed in his heart, it seems that he can't leave so easily today.

But given the current situation, it is impossible to be timid. Otherwise, the image of "Satan of the music world" that he has painstakingly created will collapse in an instant.

You can't be too aggressive in the face of adversity, otherwise you'll be at risk of being shot at any time.

For these 18- or 19-year-old Nigerians, going to jail is equivalent to going to college and it is a street experience worth bragging about for the rest of their lives.

Leon was still trying to figure out how to deal with the issue of scale, but Robbie could no longer control his temper.

She yelled at the group of nigerians in front of her: "Fuck off! Now!"

"What did you say, white girl?!"

"Look at her figure. There must be a tempting peach under her stockings. Even [Coconut Crisp] can't refuse~"

"Bitch, do you want to taste some black guy?"

The gangsters stared at Robbie, spewing obscene words and rubbing their hands in gang gestures that looked like cerebral palsy.

Leon protected Robbie behind him, and kept glancing behind him.

The moment he encountered this group of nigerians, he immediately asked the security personnel to notify 50 Cent and the others.

The little black guys from the Cripple Gang were still provoking him with obscene words, and Li Ang finally saw the muscular black shadow out of the corner of his eye.

The time has come.

Snapped--

Without any hesitation, Li Ang threw a punch directly, hitting the dreadlocked Xiao Hei in the face.

"Shxt, you white trash are you crazy!" Xiao Hei, who had dreadlocks, covered the corner of his mouth, and blood was clearly oozing out.

Although Leon does not have the beast-like physical fitness of 50 Cent, he has no problem dealing with these black monkeys that are as thin as ribs.

The premise is that the other party does not draw his gun.

"Show this kid some power! No one in Los Angeles dares to mess with the Crips!" The dreadlocked Blackie commanded his men to charge, excitedly making gang signs and shouting, "Gang gang!"

As Xiao Hei, who was in the front, approached Li Ang, he was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a big black hand.

His face turned purple in an instant, and the huge force almost lifted him up.

50 Cent was shirtless, staring at the gang members in front of him like King Kong, "What neighborhood are you guys from, Nigga?"

The Crip Gang members were instantly frightened and stood still. Xiao Hei with dreadlocks recognized 50 Cent at a glance.

Growing up in Compton, where gangs were everywhere, his size alone wasn't enough to scare him.

Everyone here understands one thing: when a bullet hits the heart, big guys and small guys die just as quickly.

But the one standing in front of the dreadlocked little black man now is 50 Cent. Putting aside his title as a rap boss, just the fact that he survived being shot 9 times is worth mentioning.

I'm afraid there's no other ruthless person in Los Angeles who is as tough as him.

He suppressed his fear and said, "Bro, I didn't know you were friends with this white guy."

"But I have to tell you that Chris is on his way, and he's going to teach this kid a lesson."

"We're all from the West Coast! We're loggers!"

50 Cent snorted. "Who are you? I'm a real old Queens, New Yorker."

"You damn Nico, you actually threatened me with Chris?"

"Is your brain broken?"

“Even if he showed up right away, the only thing he could do is play the flute for me!”

At this time, Kendrick and Phil also rushed to the scene of the conflict.

Kendrick couldn't help but laugh as he saw the group of Nigerians in front of him, "How dare you damn Nigerians come here to cause trouble?"

"Poor poor devil, can you afford a bottle of wine with all your clothes put together?"

As he spoke, Kendrick's expression suddenly turned fierce. "Get out of here! I can find where every one of your homes is. You know what I mean!"

These words instantly stunned the entire audience.

If it weren't for Chris's support, a group of penniless young men would have run away long ago.

Kendrick has been hanging out on the streets of Compton since he was 12, and is now the most famous person to come out of the area since NWA.

Now, "Saint" Robinson, the leader of the Compton Crips, is also running a record company. He once made a lot of money from the fledgling Kendrick.

Thinking of this, the young members of the Crip Gang no longer had the arrogance they had just had and were about to leave in disgrace.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Chris Brown also arrived.

He had just stepped out of his Lamborghini and when he saw 50 Cent and Leon together, the smile on his face froze.

The situation seemed a little different from what he thought.

50 Cent yelled at Chris, "Chris! What are you still standing there for!"

"Come here, I want to talk to you!"

Chris saw his brothers retreating in shame, and of course he was unwilling to suffer such an obvious loss.

He gave Li Ang a fierce middle finger and said, "You won't be so lucky next time."

After showing off, he immediately prepared to get back into the car and run away.

It was too late to leave, he felt a chill near his head.

That is the touch of truth.

"Stop right there, everyone!"

"You sons of bitches, Cripple Gang softies!"

Leon was stunned by this scene. Cardi B took out a Glock 17 from her underwear.

Before anyone could react, the gun was put to Chris's head.

A large crowd of onlookers had already gathered outside the nightclub, and many of them recognized Cardi B at a glance.

There is no doubt that this incident will cause a sensation in the rap circle tomorrow.

"WTF this chick is so hot" 50 Cent almost drooled as he looked at Cuddy's Dalei.

Leon was very satisfied with the result just now, but Kadi's behavior was really too extreme.

If someone called the police, she would probably go to jail.

Li Ang quickly shouted, "Put down the gun, Cady."

"Ha~ Is this guy scared now?" Cuddy screamed crazily and hit Chris on the head with the butt of the gun.

No one else in the world could make that strange sound except her.

"Put your guns away, let's get out of here."

Under Leon's repeated orders, Kadi finally put the gun back.

Before leaving, she did not forget to nudge Chris's head with her butt. Nick, who claimed to be a tough gangster, was already scared out of his wits.

"Remember me~ If you want revenge, I'm in the Bronx!"

"loser~"

(End of this chapter)