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Chapter 462 Participating in a Rap Talent Show
The key members stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Boss, why are you back?"

The fat man retorted in a Mickey Mouse voice, "If I don't come back, you can become the boss?"

"No, no. We were taken away by the cops. It's really not that we didn't want to help."

The fat man glared at them and pushed them aside with his belly.

Just as Li Ji and his three companions were about to go inside, they were stopped by the core members.

"Brother, according to the gang's rules, newcomers can only stay outside."

Li Ji ignored it and just smiled.

Mickey Mouse's voice came from inside the room: "Let them in."

"Their boss and the others are newcomers."

“From today onwards, they are the backbone.”

“This is against the rules; they only joined today.”

"They saved my life! You would never want to mess with these tough guys, LK could beat the crap out of you."

The key members had no choice but to reluctantly step aside and let Li Ji and his group in.

Soon the room was packed with Black people, and so was the area outside.

Everyone waited quietly for Fatty to speak.

The fat man stood up, opened his arms, and exclaimed excitedly, "I almost died! Those crippled gang bastards ambushed me under the bridge. Forty-six of them, and they had submachine guns. I thought I was going to die, so I prayed to God, and He brought me these four warriors, na~ War Gods! Make some noise!"

Li Ji and his three companions received endless praise amidst enthusiastic applause.

"Four people fighting forty-six, that's terrifying."

"The scariest thing is that there were only two guns for four people."

"What's even more terrifying is that one person was using both guns, while the other three people were unarmed."

Was that child also empty-handed?

Bonnie shouted excitedly, gesturing wildly, "He can knock a person three meters away with his bare hands!"

"OMG!"

"And LK, the bullets turned his head into a corncob, but he's completely fine."

"Man, you're absolutely talking nonsense. You're definitely still under the influence of the drug."

"Go ask the boss."

"The boss is always high on drugs, and the effects of the drugs haven't worn off yet."

Fatty announced, "The main force of the Crippled Gang is injured now, and they are very afraid of us. Let's take this opportunity to attack their territory. Hurry, hurry, hurry up and go!"

The Black men scattered, went back to get their weapons, and set off for the battlefield.

Fatty stopped Li Ji and the others.

"You guys shouldn't go. You were too tired just now. LK, didn't you want to get into music? There's a new underground hip-hop talent show in New York. If you pass the audition, you can sign directly with a big name's record company. I recommend you guys participate."

Li Ji smiled and said, "That's great!"

The smile quickly vanished.

"But I haven't learned how to make music yet."

The fat man yelled like he'd eaten shit, "Oh, man~ you're a nigger, you were born with this skill, as soon as the accompaniment starts, you just kill the accompaniment and that's it!"

Li Ji frowned: "Will this work?"

"It will definitely work. I'll help you prepare."

Fatty shoved the pistol into Lee Ki's waistband and then shouted outside, "Brother Snake! Come quick!"

A black man covered in tattoos from head to toe walked in.

Li Ji then realized that black could also have such a sense of depth.

"Snake Bro is our local tattoo artist. Have him tattoo a teardrop on each of you." "Aren't tears a symbol of murder? What does that have to do with a talent show?"

“That’s right. No music company would turn down a gangster who’s killed someone. You’d kill the game with just one Blood Gang sign.”

Fatty and Snake Brother excitedly made "OK" signs, while Li Ji and his classmates looked at each other blankly.

He couldn't find any connection between the two things at all. What company would hire a criminal with a criminal record?
But since things have come to this, there's nothing else I can do.

This can be considered part of a deeper experience of hip-hop culture, and I hope Mr. Qian Duoduo will be satisfied.

That night, the entire Little Fat Wild Boar Gang, young and old, mobilized to launch a surprise attack on three blocks under the jurisdiction of the Crippled Gang.

Faced with the enemy's sudden attack, the Crippled Gang showed an unbelievable sense of retreat, simply because they had a legend of the Fright Four circulating within their ranks.

When the 46 wounded returned to the Lame Gang, the gang was shaken.

The eldest brother, Dog, wearing a blue headscarf, was furious at the sight of the wounded soldiers.

"What happened to you guys? Weren't there only seven or eight people on the other side? How did you 46 people get beaten up like this? Is Fatty dead?"

The burly man, his face covered in scratches, said, "He's not dead."

"They called for reinforcements? Impossible. I've already bribed the mole to send them to the station for a while. That should buy us some time."

"No reinforcements."

"What happened? What happened to your face?"

The core member covered his face and shouted, "They have immortals! And there's Catwoman, Luffy, a crazy little boy, and a perverted immortal woman! It's terrifying!"

To everyone's surprise, they recounted the details of the battle in detail.

After hearing this, Dog slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Nonsense! Even if you 46 people lost, you can't make up such a messy story to fool me. Do you think I'm illiterate? I finished elementary school!"

“We’re not lying! The mark on my face is from Catwoman.”

Everyone showed off their injuries to prove their innocence.

Dog Brother then became skeptical.

If the US government says there are no superpowers, then there must be. After all, they always try to deceive us. They can even tell lies like the Earth is round, so what else wouldn't they hide?

Given that, it's not surprising that the Bloods have superpowers.

But there are four of them all at once, while we don't have any.

"They'll definitely retaliate against us. What should we do if the Fright Four come?"

A black man rushed in: "It's bad, boss! The Blood Gang has attacked our brothel on Contender Street! You know what I'm saying?"

Another black man rushed in: "It's bad, boss! The Blood Gang has injured one of our drug dealers on Seventh Street!"

Before Dog could even ask, a henchman rushed in: "It's bad, boss! The Blood Gang has attacked the music charts, and your new song has been pushed down by Fatty's song."

"what?"

Faced with the Blood Gang's multi-pronged attack, Dog hesitated because he didn't know where the Fearless Four would appear, whether they would gather in one place or be scattered in multiple places.

"A rash confrontation will only lead to the needless sacrifice of our brothers. Let's abandon the territory and retreat!"

The Bloods took over three territories of the Crippled Gang without shedding a drop of blood in one night, making them famous on the streets of New York.

The next day, Li Ji and his three friends arrived at the talent show venue.

It's called a talent show, but the location isn't a recording studio; it's just an ordinary suburban building.

A huge signboard hangs downstairs, displaying the words "Street Stars".

Guided by the staff, they arrived at the waiting area.

The people around me were all strangely dressed Black people.

There were weirdos wearing hoods with only their thick, sausage-like lips showing, rune warriors covered in tattoos, and black women in bikinis.

"Is this the highest temple of the American spirit for young men and women?"

(End of this chapter)