If you're enjoying these stories, consider leaving a comment, review, or vote.
Support me by leaving a comment, review and vote
visit my Pat**on at belamy20
Looking at the props scattered all over the floor, Leon knew his suspicions were spot on.
He fought back a smile, hauled Henry up by the arm, and started dragging him toward the door.
Diddy, seeing this, tried to explain, "Bro~ just let him sleep it off here."
"Shut up, you damn fool!" Leon roared at max volume.
The sudden 180-degree turn in attitude left Diddy stunned.
The commotion instantly grabbed the attention of the other guests in the Red Room.
Time for some Oscar-worthy acting!
The people attending the "Freak Off" were all heavyweights in Diddy's network.
Like McMahon, Bernstein, and others...
Many of them had connections to Senator Charlie.
It wouldn't take much for Charlie to figure out exactly what went down tonight, and soon enough, all hell would break loose.
"Don't worry, everything here is totally safe. I use it every day..." Diddy was still explaining.
Obviously, he had no idea he had fallen into a trap and was currently in the most dangerous moment of his life.
He couldn't understand why Leon was so angry.
There were countless dreamers like Henry in the entertainment industry; many would willingly offer everything for a chance to release an album.
Diddy felt the only reasonable explanation was that Henry and Leon had a special relationship.
And Leon wasn't black; he didn't possess that selfless, great spirit of "sharing."
He wanted to say more, but Leon grabbed him by the collar of his bathrobe.
Security inside the Red Room was noticeably lighter; surprisingly, no one stepped in to stop the conflict even at this stage.
"Are you fxxking crazy? Let go of me!"
"Shxt! For a white boy, you're going to ruin the friendship we just rebuilt?"
"This is my turf!!"
Diddy tried to break free several times, but was too weak from all the drugs to move.
Facing the threats, Leon didn't back down an inch; instead, he pressed forward.
Face to face with Diddy, he enunciated every word clearly: "If anything happens to Henry, this thing between us will never be over..."
Then, he suddenly let go of Diddy.
"Easy, Bro~ Alright, I'll make it up to him. The kid's album is on me." Diddy touched his throat, still feeling a burning sensation.
Smash—
Without warning, Leon swept all the glasses off the bar, shattering them on the floor.
He looked around, pointing at everyone and cursing, "You bastards saw everything! Why didn't you stop him?! Do you know what's going to happen next?"
"You're all going to hell, you scum..."
The guests looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Stop him?
Who stops this kind of thing at a Freak Off?
They all agreed that Leon was either drunk or high.
"Enough..." Diddy's patience had reached its limit. "Are you planning to destroy the friendship we just built?"
Tearing up their relationship face-to-face might have made him nervous before, but now he wasn't panicked at all.
There were over forty armed bodyguards outside.
If Leon thought he could walk out of here unscathed, he must have watched Green Lantern recently and started hallucinating.
To prevent things from getting worse, JAY-Z quickly came over to smooth things over.
"There's no need for this over such a small matter... We are family."
He had just settled the contract renewal negotiations; it wasn't worth having a conflict over a nobody like Henry.
"Get lost!"
"Get the fxxk out of my way!"
"You'd better go pray in church right now that Henry is safe and sound!" Leon pushed JAY-Z and the others aside, hoisted Henry up, and rushed out of the Red Room.
Diddy, having lost face, wanted to flare up, but JAY-Z stopped him. "Let him go, man... maybe that kid really is his lover."
---
At Long Island Jewish Medical Center in New York.
Leon stayed by Henry's side for a full eight hours before the guy opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
His body was mostly fine, aside from some moderate tearing.
"Leon..." Henry opened his eyes, staring at the white ceiling.
Ten seconds later, he remembered something and flew into a rage. "Fxxk! Where are those bastards?! I'm going to kill those nggas!"
He knocked over all the medical equipment beside the bed.
Leon comforted him repeatedly, "It's okay now, Henry... we're in the hospital."
"Do you know what that bastard did to me?! I can't imagine anyone daring to do that to me!"
"Where is my dad?!"
"I'm going to lock Diddy and his crew in a plantation and whip them with red-hot chains!"
Henry got more and more agitated, tears flickering in his eyes.
He cursed until his throat was completely hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.
"Your father is on his way..." Leon asked with feigned concern, "Didn't I remind you to focus on the girls and not touch those strange drinks you haven't seen before..."
"Of course I know how disgusting that bastard is!" Henry recounted what happened last night through tears.
After leaving Leon and seeing the shocking scene of "James posting up Diddy," he had raised his guard against Diddy.
But in the end, he was coaxed and tricked into swallowing a mysterious pill, after which his soul completely detached from his body.
About twenty minutes later, the Senator entered the ward accompanied by two agents.
"Dad!!" Henry screamed hoarsely.
Seeing this, Charlie knew immediately that this kid had gotten into trouble again.
Displaying the maturity of a seasoned politician, his expression didn't change a bit as he had the two agents guard the door.
"Tell me what happened..."
Leon retold the events of the night, skipping what should be skipped and emphasizing what should be emphasized.
At first, Charlie's expression was relatively normal.
He was used to his youngest son doing drugs, drunk driving, and having orgies.
Until he heard Henry recount through tears what happened to him in that room.
Charlie, who could talk and laugh about world affairs at the conference table, finally lost it.
Despite trying hard to control his expression, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably with anger.
"You'll be fine, son... Dad will figure this out..."
Charlie had never attended a Diddy party; obviously, such parties didn't suit his status.
But he was no stranger to another kind of party in New York, and he had set foot on that mysterious island in the Caribbean.
He knew very well what happened at these parties, but he never expected his own son would become a victim.
Charlie stared dead at Leon. "You were with Henry. Tell me how this happened..."
"This was indeed my negligence, Mr. Charlie..." Leon explained desperately, pretending to be innocent. "From the beginning, I had Henry stay close to me... until later, I just stepped away to discuss a contract, and then..."
"Enough..." Charlie's gaze was piercing; Leon could even sense a murderous intent.
Big shots like him could often decide the life and death of people in many small countries with just a few sentences.
Leon wanted to explain further, but his phone suddenly rang.
It was JAY-Z.
He didn't choose to avoid it, answering the phone in front of the Senator.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he brought the phone closer so the other party could hear the conversation clearly.
Leon knew exactly what JAY-Z's call was about—he wanted to finalize last night's renewal agreement immediately.
"I'm sorry about what happened last night..."
"Fxxk you! Sorry won't fix this! Tell Diddy I will make him pay!" Leon raised his voice, performing well in front of Charlie.
"WTF, are you serious? What about our contract? Leonard is fine with it; come to Roc Nation headquarters right now to fulfill your promise!" JAY-Z said in a deep voice.
"It's over, you bastard... It was over the moment Diddy did that kind of thing." Leon said.
On the other end of the phone, JAY-Z was silent for nearly 20 seconds.
He never dreamed that a small episode last night could affect a 40-million-dollar contract.
"Are you sure? 40 million dollars can be wired to your account immediately..." JAY-Z said. "That's 40 million dollars; I don't believe a greedy bastard like you would refuse this money for a white boy..."
"Keep your money and spend it in hell!"
"Wait... wait! Are you sure you want to do this for a white boy?!"
Before JAY-Z could finish, Leon hung up directly.
Turning back to face the Senator, he smiled bitterly and said, "See what I just said? Just the time it took to discuss a contract... and Henry..."
Henry quickly sat up from the hospital bed, a piercing pain shooting up from below.
"This isn't Leon's fault, Dad! The most important thing now is to send those nggas to hell!"
He rarely spoke a complete sentence.
From the moment he saw his dad, his speech had been disordered, slurred, and his brain intermittently crashed.
This was typical PTSD.
Having said all this, an ordinary person might have been bamboozled.
But for a seasoned Senator, he wouldn't believe a single punctuation mark until he investigated the results himself.
Leon's beef with P. Diddy was known throughout the US, so why did he suddenly appear at the other party's party?
And his son just happened to be severely violated at this party.
All these coincidences revealed something fishy.
Charlie raised these questions with probing language.
Leon had prepared his rhetoric in advance, trying every way to wash himself clean.
He told Charlie that this beef was just a means for him to hype his own popularity; he didn't expect things to escalate to this extent.
Diddy used means outside the streets to deal with him, means he was powerless to resist.
Considering his career, he ultimately had to choose to reconcile and renew his contract with Roc Nation.
"It was my first time attending a White Party too..."
Leon explained patiently.
No matter how much the Senator believed, the primary target of the mysterious power from Capitol Hill would definitely be Diddy.
"Say no more." Charlie waved his hand. "I'll figure everything out soon..."
The FBI knew better than anyone what Diddy had been doing for over a decade.
Charlie could easily find out the truth of that night.
"I want to spend some time with Henry. You can go."
Since the other party issued the eviction order, Leon said nothing, turned around, and left the ward.
With that turn, the entertainment industry was about to face a massive flood.
He knew this very well.
Whether Charlie would settle accounts with him later, Leon wasn't sure.
To uproot Diddy's deep-rooted entertainment empire, he had to put himself in the game.
---
Two days later, inside the Apocalypse Music office.
Aisha reported the financial work as usual.
The box office performance of Straight Outta Compton in the third week was still strong, exceeding 30 million dollars.
Ranking second for the week, only behind the superhero movie Green Lantern released by Warner Bros., which made 53 million dollars.
But the latter had a budget of 220 million dollars. Based on this opening performance, unless there was a super reversal, it would definitely lose its shirt.
Straight Outta Compton accumulated over 100 million at the box office in three weeks, becoming the most commercially successful movie in the history of music biopics.
But Leon's mind was rarely not on money.
Just yesterday, JAY-Z and Diddy called from time to time, trying to mediate what happened at the party.
Diddy even arrogantly stated that if Leon chose to be tough to the end, things like "coke appearing out of thin air" would happen again.
He would use all means, including overt street methods and hidden invisible means.
JAY-Z also made it clear that not renewing the contract would make Leon's name completely silent in the entertainment industry.
But starting from this afternoon, all this noise disappeared.
According to what Henry said on the phone, the FBI had long possessed a large amount of criminal evidence against Diddy.
But the cunning Diddy always held a trump card.
No matter where he held a party, a large number of hidden cameras were placed in every corner of the venue in advance.
The ugly behavior of celebrities and wealthy merchants at the party was all recorded by cameras.
A delicate balance formed between the invitees, Diddy, and the FBI.
This seemingly unbreakable balance collapsed with the intervention of Charlie's power.
At 7 PM that night, CNN broadcast news that shocked the whole country:
"The US Department of Homeland Security raided rapper P. Diddy's mansions in New York and Miami on suspicion of multiple sexual assault cases..."
"After a large number of police raided and controlled everyone, agents entered the home to search for evidence related to the case. Two producers in Diddy's mansion were also handcuffed and taken away."
"It is reported that there were a large number of armed militants in Diddy's New York mansion, but the police did not have a firefight with them."
Live footage showed that when fully armed agents entered the gate of the villa, several helicopters were also hovering above.
There were also agents coming to "P. Diddy's" home via the artificial lake; they also carried weapons.
Investigators seized a large amount of contraband, over 1,000 bottles of baby oil, more than a dozen AR-15 rifles, and countless ammunition.
The "earthquake" came faster than Leon expected.
"Well done!"
Senator Charlie used thunderous means, directly bypassing the FBI, which had close ties with Diddy, and using the power of Homeland Security to make the arrest.
Using Homeland Security to arrest a singer was rare in America's magical history.
The last cultural figure to attract the attention of Homeland Security (or rather, federal agencies of that caliber) was the literary giant Hemingway.
The public didn't realize what had happened yet, but the heat of online discussions about Diddy's criminal history in the 90s suddenly skyrocketed.
Tupac, Suge Knight, the Manhattan nightclub shooting...
These names that had long been lying in the internet garbage heap were brought up again.
But in the entertainment industry, this news triggered a chain reaction like a nuclear explosion.
For a time, everyone felt in danger.
Diddy held a large number of obscene celebrity videotapes.
In the office, everyone watched the arrest scene on TV.
Even the alcoholic Phil held his breath, daring not to miss a frame.
Only after the news ended did they start discussing.
"Shxt... Diddy is really finished this time."
"Are you God's favorite? Such a thing happened just after you attended Diddy's party..."
Phil didn't connect this matter with Leon at all.
In fact, no one in the whole company thought in this direction.
Homeland Security launched such a massive arrest operation; Leon couldn't possibly have such strong political power.
His only value to the political circle currently was acting as a mascot at various liberal rallies to influence public votes.
After the news aired, Leon immediately thought of calling Charlie.
But after considering it, he put down his phone.
The other party would come to him sooner or later.
Even though he thought he handled the whole thing perfectly, logically consistent without showing any flaws.
But in the end, it was impossible to get away completely.
Just failing to protect Henry was something he couldn't wash away.
The ecology of the political circle is like a swamp; once you step on it, even if you don't sink, you can never get clean.
"Who can contact Cassie Ventura?" Leon asked everyone in the office.
Although Diddy had been controlled, no department had announced the investigation results yet.
The public's knowledge of Diddy's parties was still zero; they didn't know how big of a crime Diddy had committed.
To leech off the heat, one must be early; waiting for relevant departments to announce case details would be too late.
Leon decided to add more fuel to this already erupting volcano.
Cassie Ventura, a female singer who was once briefly popular.
Me & U, released in 2005, peaked at number four on the Billboard charts.
Then there was no "then"; she never released another influential work.
She only regained exposure after dating Diddy in 2011.
Assault, beating, and control became the main theme of her life for a long time.
Diddy never respected her, treating her worse than a pet dog in the mansion.
If Cassie could appear on T-Ray's podcast before the police announced the case details, the views for this episode would be unprecedented.
Enough to leave the number one show in America, The Joe Rogan Experience, in the dust.
"I know that girl's manager..." Phil grinned from ear to ear.
He had already figured out what Leon wanted to do.
Where there was heat, there was Leon. Diddy, the giant of the East Coast, had collapsed; just the corpse left behind could trigger a feast for the crows.
Leon had done plenty of things like stripping clothes off a corpse to wear himself.
As Diddy's biggest rival in the entertainment industry, he couldn't miss this wave of traffic.
"I want to talk to her," Leon said.
"I'll try to contact her, but that chick is Diddy's girlfriend. She might not want to see you at a time like this." Phil spread his hands.
"She definitely won't refuse. Now is the best time for her to return to the public eye..."
Leon played with the poker cards in his hand.
He pulled out two Jokers and threw the grey Joker away.
Staring at the red Joker on the table.
JAY-Z's reaction to this matter was slower than he imagined; he hadn't received a call from the other party until now.
But Leon wasn't surprised by this.
Once Diddy's incident broke out, the first person implicated would definitely be JAY-Z, who wore the same pants as him.
At this moment, JAY-Z must be trying every means to mobilize his connections to figure out the cause of the entire event.
Which archangel under God's throne did Diddy offend this time?
Leon stubbed out the cigarette butt and dialed Stringer's number: "Did you watch the news? Looks like my trouble has been solved..."
"The doors of Columbia Records are open to you at any time."